We are all idolaters

Sun scorched bronze statue rises in the distance,
Meant to take the onlooker to a different place.
A different time.
My eyes are affixed to its glow,
Gentle,
Warm,
Inviting.
But my thoughts are on it;
It is my point of desire.
I long not to know the story behind it;
I long to know its creator:
Who? Why? How?
Made with inquisitive mind,
Trained with scientific precision:
I want to know more.
Not to be transfixed to the point and time of the statue.
“Thou shalt not create a graven image!”
Bellows the pastor to the pews,
“Now let us all listen to the word of God,”
He prefaces and begins to speak.
His words.
Who is he?
“God?”
What is this, then?
Graven?
Crafted?
English?
Representations – our best shot:
We worship our idols.
Our best ideals.
OUR best shots.
Our doctrine, our notions, and yet –
Are we not here?
Do we not have to work with the here and now?
Or can we,
Rise above,
Get lost,
In the True God?
A mere representation now – idol!
Can we get lost in God’s essence?
Fearful?
Loved .
Trembling?
All things hold the power to be idols.
Especially things we ourselves create.
And yet; our commands from God:
“Be fruitful and multiply;”
“Name, and create meaning.”
Our thoughts limit God to an idol of ideology.
May God free our hearts to His essence.