God is a Word

God is a word laughed at by many, worshiped in fear by others, and understood by just a few. You may find this a presumptive thing to say, but save your suspicions for what I next submit to you: it is not the human animal that is in need of God, but God who is in need of we. You and I, each of us, are God’s only hope for holy mortality. To die — that is the destiny of we creatures trapped in time. But our bodies are not cages; they are folds in the face of a living God, whose mission is escape from the icy stillness of eternity. Only we human animals, we speaking beings, can meet our death willingly, as if sharing in a dream made real upon awakening. Light is God’s earliest attempt at dying. The sun’s rays raised life from within the earth, and its warmth incubated the wisdom there still to bloom. Eternity was patient, until finally, there was born an I for the light of death to shine on: the human animal knows God from within as the call the live with love while growing old, to shed one’s skin as an ouroboros, akin to the fateful tides of time.

Poem by Matthew Segall
Music by Clint Mansell
pictures by Matthew Segall