1

God continues to seek us in the strangest places.
His eyes lit from within
Like pearls in their gray closets.

2

He still calls out in that hoarse whisper of his
From those alleys he prefers
The ones with no way out.

3

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.