God, where are you?
I looked for you in the church and found dogma
I looked for you in the world and found doubt
The scriptures and debates are overbearing
Can you make things clear?
Can you bring me near?
I want you
Not just ideas about you
I'm getting tired of cliches and unhelpful sayings
Come to me in the silence
Come to me without words that can be debated and manipulated
Come to me as you are
And there you were, present in the middle of presence
A gentle scream in the silence, invisible within everything visible
The only thing left when nothing else remained
God, you don't exist
You are existence itself, present in everything that is present
You are being itself
My being and moving is grounded in you
What St. Paul said was true, well at least some of it
You're present in my family
You're present at the park
You're present while I work
You're even present at that dogmatic church
My God, where are you not?
I have rejected your very essence on my quest to perfection
How naive for me to think I needed to be anywhere but right here
How naive for me to think that I needed to be anyone other than who I am