The Meeting

yesterday i had the privilege of meeting god
not your god, or my god, or anyones god
they were just, god, we did not speak
but our souls touched, concern and love
and mutual confusion, like an experiment
gone horribly wrong, there was pity in their eye
they knew somewhere along the way the very being
of their experiment went horribly wrong
there was nothing confusing about that
what was confusing, and remains so was the beauty
how could the experiment that had gone so wrong
also gone so right, and the variables too infinite to count
even god was not going to take the time to figure it out
so the confusion remains, and the survival of what side
is still up for grabs.
 

and now we wait