God continues to seek us in the strangest places.
His eyes lit from within
Like pearls in their gray closets.
He still calls out in that hoarse whisper of his
From those alleys he prefers
The ones with no way out.
Without fail he appears, shimmering in wavelengths
Invisible to the eyes he gave us
And in frequencies unintelligible
To our famous brains.
Published in MARGIE: The American Journal of Poetry
Volume Four/ 2005.