God

dear God  and maker of heaven and earth , master of the creation , giver of life and death , keep them that sing praise at distance .. there is no God or factor like him in and around .. they that profess so, are ignorant of the facts of our meagre lives .. 

Put us not onto that fragile pedestal, that glorifies wondrous epithets .. declarations that defy authentic and real glory .. there are many other that are deserving and accomplished .. sing them into the choir of exalted perfection and degree .. leave us .. leave us to the mortals that inhabit the normal .. we are they .. no more, no less .. do not immortalise the mortal .. the remains shall never be of use and value .. the higher the peak the more vulnerable the fall .. 

Let me be with the mud of the earth .. the slime and the dirt of everyday life .. beseech me not .. deliver me not to the white snows of the highest .. that is undeserving and unattainable .. speak not of that until it has been seen or heard .. they cannot be for they are in a realm of belief - make belief ..

Make belief is the conveyance of opportunity .. or if it suits you, the convenience of opportunity .. do not conveniently put its usage to advantage for another .. it shall never be fair and just, or even justified ..

If one be cocooned .. so be it .. at least it has developed an identity .. a form, an expression .. loitering about without aim, shall ever be looked upon as loitering and nothing more .. do not loiter with words .. they have been living a life greater and longer than you .. and shall out last you so ..

Leave me to the elements .. they shall decipher the end and the beginning .. if it ends, fine .. if it begins even better , for the begin shall eventually end ..

as must we all ..