A Short Poem
God’s Eye
In the sky
at me stared God’s eye.
“I see you, God!” I cried.
Answered the sky:
“A voice distant calls,
of mine a son perhaps …
yet nowhere do I see
from where this voice calls out to me.”
I waved my arms and pleaded
and blinked God’s eye.
Answered the sky:
“Mountains don’t speak
with words like these,
as not the desert, ocean,
river, or forest trees …
yet nowhere do I see
the son that calls out to me.”