OF GOD (I SAY THIS) - A Poem

Of God I say this...

I choose not to seek him out
within the confines of a Church nor
adhere to the agenda of any
man-made religion.
I'm confident in the whereabouts of
my God. I feel him in the
                                         hum
of my body as I
jog for health and in celebration of
this amazing vessel that plays host
to my soul.


I hear God clearly in the voice of Dylan
singing about the hour his ship will come in
and in the transcendent beauty of a
Mozart melody. Even more so
in the soft tinkling of my little girl's
fingers dancing playfully across
piano keys.


I do not see God
in the faces of so-called Christians
so quick to judge to profess such
desire for a life beyond this to
believe that there could actually be a hell.


I see God in the details;
in the flash of sunlight that
                                           bursts
out between trees as I hike
deep woods, in the soft darkness of long
shadows and intwined somehow,
configured, within the mystery of all places
quiet.


I most certainly see God's handiwork,
(God the creator! God the artist!)
in the shifting white terrain of
clouds mountainous and majestic that


roll out the day beckoning me
into the vast blue horizon of 
hope and promise that is my own personal


heaven.




© Jerry L. Kirk

'Here Where The Light Shines Bright'  (Alaska) painting by Jerry L. Kirk