It’s hard for some to picture You as dad,
as old man in the sky with ashen beard,
because of some experiences they had
with fathers who abused them and were feared.
And I dislike how Michelangelo
portrayed You famously upon a ceiling
as I don’t think a finite work can show
infinitude all pictures are concealing.
How could a human picture fit in it
a full and accurate portrayal of
Your being – invisible and infinite?
I can’t imagine what You look like, Love.
What then are incomplete portrayals for?
They can’t show You but spice a metaphor.
Michelangelo, God the Father
Mario A. Pita