The True God - Or Not?

That silent evening,
The only voice that could be heard,
Was of the swift drizzle,
And the only light,
Was that of the lamppost.

And, in that glow,
Glistened the soft water drops,
The most prominent,
With the message of relief,
For the thirty and exhausted.

The fireflies hovered,
Around the 'enlightened' lamppost,
Expecting their souls,
To be left glimmering,
By their rain- giving 'God'.

Not knowing that,
Their lost light was in them,
And their 'God',
Couldn't give them His.
'He' was just corporeal.

But their 'God',
Was like the purest drop of moonlight,
Concentrating on them,
And fading away,
All others into infinite darkness

Under the beam,
Was their sole existing Universe,
Being watched over,
Nothing else was seen,
So, didn't exist except the 'Universe'

What a relief!
Their Almighty gave them the rain,
They worshiped Him,
For the benefits and the gain.
Till the shower stopped pouring down!

Who was 'It'!
As, 'It' didn't watch over them now!
And they continued,
Their quest for Real God.
Searching everywhere but inside them.

And the Gods,
died, searching for the God,
Not realizing,
That they were a part,
Of what they designated as God.

They were wholesome!
Didn't need any spirit's favour,
To keep going,
Oh! How foolish,
They were nothing less than humans!