Wondering

Is my mother the woman who gave birth to me,

Or the one who taught me to see what I see?

Is she the one in whose arms, I helplessly lay,

Or the earth who continues to support me today?

I was born in the heartland amid fields of wheat,

Spawned on the earth like the salmon and sheep.

I came from a galaxy far far away

Blasted into being on that big bang day.

My creator’s so immense I really can’t say

Where he lives, where she is, on this very day

I don’t even know if he sleeps in a bed

Or has hands, or a face, or hair on her head.

But I know deep inside, in the center of my heart

You can’t tell where he is or tell us apart.

I’m made in the image of a magnificent mystery

Much greater than math or science or history.

I am who I am but I can tell you all

I’m not the creator I am much too small.

To even begin to explain this all.