(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

It's Odd We Call You God

Where are You?
Your presence is felt
And my faith keeps You near.
It is clear that I am watched
By forces I can't stop...
Or identify in form.
Yet You adorn my space,
With energy that takes me higher.
With irreplaceable desire,
That keeps a 'light' that is charged!
It's odd we call you God...
When everything You are
Is so much more than a three letter word,
Spoken to encourage those...
To enclose You in some 'shell'
To propose our thoughts to You,
In prayer.
There...
Like a genie in a bottle to be rubbed,
And commanded to dish out wishes!
Hopes and dreams.
Everywhere You are...
There seems to be a vastness that exists.
And 'we' are within this wonder.
Is 'this' You?
Is the nothingness that is everything...
You?
And because of this...
We can not resist seeing You in us?

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Comments (1)

Hi Lawrence, good poem I just find it hard sometimes to be spiritual. I guess we get into a rut at times and it's hard to keep the faith. Take care.