Divine Or Not

I got a rolling carpet.

A bark from my dog.

There's a spark in my eye like a fire log.

Darkness in my sky like a tiger's spot.

Harmless like a fly in a spider's knot.

I harness my high to write a lot.

Once upon a time it was quite a shock, the time and cost like dynamite for a tiny rock.

Privatized, prying eyes by the clock.

Life of Christ guide the flock kind and soft, towards the light divine or not.