...seeing...

We search so hard in vain

When the answers hold our hands.

They fill our bellies.

They drench the sand.

They pour from the sky.

Their thunders roar.

We still search for answers.

We must search no more!

Disregard dogma.

We've no need to kneel again

unless to feel the earh,

to drink from the streams again.

Divinity in the forest.

Drenching the night sky.

Present in all things that grow.

The gods as an archetype.

I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day

he waved good-bye.

I saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend

standing on lake ice.

I saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his

birth.

I saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn

made flames burst!

I see the gods!

I see god.