Sonnet: You could have made

You could have made the worlds grey & lop-sided
a monochrome for flora   sky & sea
but your precision made sure none collided
you framed the tiger’s fearful symmetry
I learn about you from the things you’ve made
although my thoughts are tentative at best
the peace   the turbulence   both sun & shade
& lean upon your book to learn the rest
But even in your word you speak unclearly
conundrums of both holy wars & grace
I try to make the ways of God to merely
make sense   so I won’t fall flat on my face
It seems you’d rather prove my proofs untrue
so I will turn from certainties to you