A poetic analogy

Alot of people have trouble grasping god… (myself included!)
Let’s transform ourselves into clams to help gain understanding.

We are clams.
We float around the sea,
unconnected, uncaring,
of what other clams are doing.

Are they making themselves busy?
Are they sucking algae off a rock?
Are they gently snoozing to the current?
Are they busy embellishing their pearls?

We find ourselves uncomfortably close.
Surrounded by cold steel.
Removed from our environment.
We feel out of place.

We feel ourselves confronted with fear.
Will this man schuck us?
Will he take our pearls?
Will he slurp us from our shell?

This man took our shells.
He dumped us in a brew.
our identity is lost.
I AM chowder stew.

You know I’ve read this several times now and I’m just not really getting what it is you’re trying to say. I’m sure it’s due to my own limitations. I think you might be saying something significant here.

Help me out.

Who is God, the guy making the stew? The guy eating the stew? Is God the collection of clams that’s in the stew?

Mmmmm…chowder stew…

We are the clams.

I AM (as in god, but at the same time US… when we are in the chowder the web of god, we are together.) chowder.

alone we have our own beliefs of what god is, of what god isn’t and of making ourselves god.

Together We are I AM.

Are you sure you’re agnostic?

no.

I understand.