What if...
every planet, sun
and moon
of all the galaxies
in all the universes
were each
but a single cell
of GOD?

What if...
each plane of existance
were linked,
like paper dolls
holding hands
and cut
from one infinite roll
of living paper?

What if...
we were a three-dimensional quilt,
uniquely
pieced together
by power unknown,
but admired and revered
as a greater force
of highest knowledge?

What if...
wear and tear
and fathomless time
creates black holes,
and small rips
and notches,
tiny mars,
in paper and fabric?

What if...
we spent our lives
repairing
the flaws we can see
with love and care,
to bring the whole
of the sum
to completion?

Do we wait, briefly,
on the center-spiral
and keep coming back
to mend
again and again?

Will we all have to "be"
an eternity old
to finally see?

Would we flee GOD, then,
when it is finished?

And with a big bang,
start again?

Erin Moen
10/22/02
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