What Age Is God?

He is the fingers of a toddler 
trying not to fall,
twirling a yellow leaf in her hand. 

He is the energy of a young man,
bursting through snow with testosterone
and the unquenchable desire to thrust, to fight, to conquer.

He is the arms of a mother
cradling new life,
and then releasing her to college.

He is the sun-wrinkled eyes of the sage
who’s taken in much and has seen much
and knows much.

And He is the Spirit of Father Time and Mother Nature
who sits above the heavens and conducts time machines and creates portals and dimensions and lots of other stuff that can’t probably even fit into the concept of description.

The wonder of discovery.
The loins of courage.
The heart of protection.
The quietness of wisdom.
And the mystery of space.
These are the age of God.