Ants And Elephants

If man were an ant and God was an elephant
Why worship something completely irrelevant?
We could crawl on his tusk, and he’d feel just an itch
Wouldn’t see our prayers if we dug in for a pinch
And if we were to look in his eye we wouldn’t even know
The beauty of its grace would just be a black hole
Grazing, gliding ignorantly climbing on rough tumble Tough gnarl
Never knowing the proper motion as its body mass snarls
Deep in our convictions is the surface of our ignorance
Hovering on behemoths who can never feel our penance
Nor we conceive the greater scheme that lives beyond our flesh
Is something more improbable and more alien expressed?
We are two species, oblivious to what we name as deities
And the universe expands to paint more varieties