Our bodies are magnifying glasses.
God’s right arm branches off into millions of smaller arms.
Upon these arms, our magnifying glasses are mounted.
A string is tied to his left index finger.
Our planet is molded to the end of that string,
his marble.
He tugs his marble along,
the weight of it keeping the string taut.
The string and marble off center, crooked,
like him.
Each day our magnifying glasses catch the sun.
Each day our magnifying glasses reach their focal point,
then drown in shadow.
As the seasons pass, our magnifying glasses fall off of his arms,
and shatter.
e: Version 2:
Our bodies are magnifying glasses.
God’s right arm branches off into millions of smaller arms,
branches.
His arms are adorned with our magnifying glasses,
leaves.
A string is tied to his left index finger.
Our home is molded to the end of his string,
his marble.
He pulls his marble along,
its weight keeping the string taut.
The string and marble off-center, crooked,
like him.
Each day our magnifying glasses catch the sun.
Each day our magnifying glasses reach their focal points.
Perhaps our focal points can burn the marble from the string?
Perhaps we can start with God’s finger and end with his string?
I like the imagery. I can't say I understand the imagery or the metaphor you're meaning, but it is a vivid visual. You might consider expanding on either the marble on a string bit or the magnifying glasses bit to make it the focal point. I like the marble bit, and I think given the right diction you could make it either so god sounds like a puppeteer craftsman, or a boy playing with a toy, depending on your aim. Also, I think there is a #poetry tag. I'd add it but I'm too new I think and don't have the option.
I assume that you're using magnifying glass to be able to use the focus, but magnifying glass has another connotation that confuses your metaphor. Think about using something like lens, or glass, or something like that to clarify. Like you said the leaves metaphor isn't fleshed out yet. If you wanted to combine the metaphors you could say something like:
It kind of depends why you're bringing up that we are part of God. Our bodies are crystalline and calm leaves blowing,
On God's right arm with millions of branching brothers.
From our own divisions we grow, God's in our own right,
Concave and glass leaves that wait to capture the sun and create.
I interpreted this to mean that we are gods creation on his marble and eventually we die. Oh, and God isn't all he's cracked up to be. Thanks for sharing!
Aside: Assuming you're talking about the number of humans, I might use Billions instead of millions. Keep sharing!!
Ah yeah, I forgot to flesh out the tree metaphor that I wanted to incorporate. His million arms were supposed to be compared to a tree's branches. The use of million was intentional; the idea was that each magnifying glass (person) would be compared to a leaf.
I'm not entirely sure what this means, but I think it's good.