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Finding God February 8, 2009

Posted by Phil Groom in Poetry.
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The God who was
is not the God who is:
that God is dead,
slaughtered
by the insanity
of humanity.

Where are you now, my God?
My God, my God…
The cry of a mother
who lost her child
My God, my God…
The cry of a child
who lost his mother
My God, my God…
The cry of a God crucified
who lost himself.

Where are you now, my God?
Is that your face I see
in a beer glass…
in the roots of a tree…
in me?

What kind of God are you?
A delusion? A dream?
A home I can run to
when the fire falls
and the bombs explode
and the bullets scream
and the blood flows
and my tears stream,
never ending,
down my face?

I fear, my God,
that I shall never find you
unless you first find me.


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