from the beginning of civilized discourse billions and billions of words have been written to prove the existence of a god of god tribal gods have chosen people and most of them reside in the area of mythology least as far as i'm concerned but there was one man in sixteenth century renaissance italy who believed implicitly in the existence of god because god was there in front of him constantly that man was michelangelo bono to be and he saw in the naked human form especially the male naked form the presence of god god who created us and god in his own image and in the work this sculptor did in the paintings that he did you can see that for almost six decades of work he's david in florence his christ at the whipping stone in rome and certain figures in the sistine chapel in the vatican all attest to the great spiritual beauty he gave to the human form i in my life have been influenced by william shakespeare and johann sebastian bach but never never did i have the feeling and the experience as to when i first saw michelangelo's david in florence i went there in one nine hundred eighty with my father on a trip through italy and we went to the kemah day and saw this extraordinary statue i remember just being so impressed by the spiritual quality of that work that i began to cry spontaneously and i was crying so much i went out into the street be extraordinary bruce bush will take this into the meditation of michelangelo at the end of his life bravo i saw your david your david there in florence and i tell you now i understand i understand i could not see him in that blind there but put my hands his face his chest his lawyers and legs and to new he was a man as i have known when first i was a boy and then as he did come so did he go as did i no were soon i was to die i lingered there alone that place where nakedness were divinity could see each other i lingered there my ancient kin what soon would be the pill oh how i love this life oh how i loved that as our god almighty i too could yet create what were his glory on this earth not only skin and skin but there that face those longings the music fine words that left our flesh immortal places divinity reside for could i ever know for could i ever see there are no form more this naked man what did he say that man those stones my david were truth of the incarnate god and man and of god how can i leave this no more to see what i do not exhaust and asian vision in june day and month and year beauty all around in fingers toes and hands i knew as did i always know the stem of me i knew those child years when did i take a woman and a child were there to be my love far more to be my love far more stam the mouth the awful i have skin were there to be my love how did i feel so young those earthen rocks where i of god release what were inside to breathe the air forever and not to k i'm mortal flesh the rain i stabbed the sun and said now shine no more till rain are washed the human skin within how did i notice a boy of form and find how did i know that house where they did put me stone would salvation that all i eat and drink that all i lost that all i see divinity were here to be revealed the hammer and the chi i wish so many decades past i yet could hold these to what sure are in the earth where i am soon to be and yet and yet even words what soon could be a century oh god how have i need you as you had beckoned me causes and him and drink the divinity i have provided the skin of him and  and of his face were none more egli knows that mocked perfume and whatever body were beneath those robes were so i sure deformed and his was a space as mine to turn all eyes away as if were death approach and yet in all my life were none who had great balls so much the glory of this earth my teachers always but ni i was a thing apart as if some words from him would cut the limit i struggled to in case  how do you rot now in that marble that i carved to you how does your dust carus your bones with were urns to write your epitaph i wonder if your nose remain or there are sunk below the ridges of your teeth my david are intact are there on morning night and noon for all to last his beauty while you who gave me  so i know not the it of it the water and the rain i know no sound a human heart but only we who eats expel can all we do he said we co beauty all around all the nice above beauty in these flex and walls the renzo the rent so low then so father to my fantasy yet all i did a his elegance his voice spirit gold he did not hide his lust all all i could not be i hated was he finished nothing or sat for days and walked one minute to brush and see if were music of another time hate it hate yet to hate why should i know when death her kiss my lips so his smiles he was that part of myself i who are the best of us that live are long who will endure millennia i am my stone or you your words for all that you have painted are even now decay they loved in me i loved in them breath and breath and press she in her words her hair and he the form exquisite my life has lived in stone open i think of them a woman and a man with blood and seed and urine harmon make of comforts such have ever yet could walk the earth there came to me from you the words my head does in a t and less my hands embrace t i know exist stone and yet what are the matter if i as so do you do revel my creation and that there ascend a paradise for do such creatures live  do i play an instrument of silk such music we mortals never hear because we are wheat in flowers of the sun that run as water the golden skinned young i am most ugly you have made you put my hands the hammer and shape the king of all your princes and lay him in a golden bowl for all inspire insolvent to some measures for my death and you your wish again again again create such i am gone such beauty on this earth such beauty on this earth were not for such this image i would you last day gors layer a tavern of fin your hands that love upon this earth find press upon my neck find water i do drink fine visions do i see where you were you who made me me was only one yet one those angry years who put to me what power i did not have coward ceiling and  other brother soul in error he was that from me in el codes on the sky i could not seal but i could see the odor and the need we are to one another and warmer in that ecstasy were all the tongue of me exists what place where i will go i will give that man a corner knave step back a leg adam jesus christ he was them all more beautiful the one chained to that stone more beautiful any i have seen where life where desperation here i say as night demand so did you me who seed were drunk of mud where you were you the beautiful these beautiful and so as our yellow river the sweat for the sea were flower and air this planet and this son oh god oh julius oh men eternal frame these angels of life flesh a marble hand a plaster ceiling a bird  snail i word then no and no and no must know i know the leaker first the vein the line of blood but to respond each time i see i see here where in the morning winding twilight sun are all those sheets i will decay and there lied down among the flowers that are open to each day and close the sun are gone in general again and again despair and desperation not one of it not one for i do know this man will beat the one we are in his image my eyes my tongue my fingers hand are all to be interred this up all time i will not be here