You have many names
And no name just as
You are both nowhere and everywhere

Everything they say about You is true
And false

You are us
Yet
There is a separation
We sense
You are also You

You are immortal
Yet You die thousands of times
Invulnerable
Yet You suffer
Each day
But only through us

You are

Both inside us
And at incomprehensible distance
Both Bad and Good
Our Protector and Provider
Our enemy and victim
All-powerful
Powerless

Eternal, Almighty
While we are like the yearly grass
Alive for a season
Only to wither and die

There is nothing more unique
Than Your point of view

People who say they understand You
Scare me

Although You are
the Simplest
Truth

-- Tom Rubenoff