Freak Of Nature Poem by Steve Goldenfort

When looking for God, the things seen are that.
Always a top, any perception I'm at.

Step into his shoes and he steps above.
Feeling what's left, an abundance of love.

Kicking the tires, on this giant of a me.
Pulling out ideas, of how it's all meant to be.

Walking held high no longer stumbling around.
Showing my true self, without making a sound.

Doing my best and giving my all.
Opening myself, for that love comes to call.