Faith: like Brainwashing: God Poem

Here's a jello, and some pudding. Eat some. Here's a
light, making as of my platter
a mirror of gold columns: signals, maybe, from
God. Does it mean he doesn't want us?
As swans, we keep coming back
to what we love with greater hunger.
More to do with the human condition, than
with sin. It's only natural, like breathe
air is, or to fish: that sea, that salt
seaweed,etc. We regard it a privilege to
do what you do, have done, did on earth.
If to savor for savoring is sin, tell,
give here to us a sign: is the light or wind
that? I'm your servant: What you want me to
do, I'll do. You can tell me anything.