w-here god lives

god is in everything: stone, air, animal, tree, fire
and, perhaps less dense, also in the man-made:
houses, cars, airplanes, rockets, probably even guns…

the latter as another face of his creation,
belonging to a desperately dark fallen angel
and thus a part of god himself, while

our heart could be most delicate temple of god,
a place for him to stay, due to our soul’s
- which means of our blood’s - hospitality.

welcoming god: the same as welcoming anybody
arriving to my heart, to my soul, to my blood…
as any arriver has his inside temple as well…

a person dies, returning to the land of the soul,
coming home to god: that is, the dead are not away.
not in space nor in a far away "god-sphere".

they are around us: it is where god lives.
it is just another dimension,
a subtle layer of our world’s reality.

saying about a dead relative or friend
„he lives in our hearts“ is neither
metaphore nor imagination - it is real.

he just lives where god lives.
in that very temple.
our hearts. my heart.

if god died (if he where able to die)
our hearts where vasted. zombie time:
noone could welcome our beloved.