And God can Truly Exist in any form.
The tribesman described his mysterious God.
a pious fear oozing from his veins,
eyes burning with intense, religious fervor.
His God came down from the unknown skies.
red, lustrous body glittering in the brilliant sun,
enormous nostrils breathing out waves of hot air,
dazzling verses written on his majestic forehead,
gleaming weapons engulfed in a halo of luminescence,
an aura of supreme power enclosing his bloated body.
Asudden curiosity gripped my mind.
thirst for adventure tickled my senses,
I accompanied the tribesman to see his God.
Abig thatched hut came before my eyes.
Its doorway guarded by grotesque sculptures,
fear-struck people standing in respectful silence,
wizened priests muttering mysterious chants,
I entered the temple and saw God.
It was a red German weather balloon.