This is a backlogged post, made on November 1, 2012. At the time I wrote this, I was still borderline Christian. This was ten years ago, and a lot has changed for me since then. However, you don’t have to be Christian, Muslim, Jewish, or any other particular religion to seek an audience with “god”.
We each understand this word and what it points to in our own way—This can’t be helped, as we are symbolically oriented, interpretive beings. And, throughout life, we each in our own way seek an audience with what this word represents to us, even if we’re not necessarily conscious of the fact.
God, May I See You?
“God, may I see you?”
A silence fills the air
Into the dark I stare with hopeful gaze
… … …
“God, may I see you?”
The room is cold and dark
And blank I stare into a blurring haze
… … …
“God, may I see you?”
A cold wind passes by
As long in vain I peer into the night
… … …
“God, may I see you?”
The desert stretches wide
Alone I scan horizon’s dismal blight
… … …
“God, may I see you?”
Soft the snowflakes fall
I try to see into the flurry’s drift
… … …
“God, may I see you?”
Pine needles seal the sky
I look into the forest’s closing wall
… … …
“God, may I see you?”
The ocean stretches broad
I dimly watch the great waves crash and roar
… … …
“God, may I see you?”
The moonless stars are bright
One parts and splits the heavy night in two
