Searching For God In America

I've been searching for God in America
And I've discovered some places he hides.
I found him hiding inside an Aids victim
And staring out of the eyes of a child.
I discovered him over at Arlington
When he put flowers on an unknown grave.
And I picked him out in the inner city
Behind the cart of an old bag lady.
Regretfully, I won't find all the places
Where he continues to hole up and hide.
If I'm lucky, I'll find him in some of them
But I'll try looking beyond his disguise.

by Mercedes Graf

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