WHO ARE YOU
God, where
are you?
And what are
you?
When I kicked
a stone, and broke my toe,
I saw you as
pain;
When I went
to a doctor for my stomach ache,
And he said
it could be cancer
Which my
mother killed
By the juice
of a leaf from our backyard,
I saw you as
anger;
When I was
caught up in a road rage,
And lost a
promised job,
I saw you as
frustration;
When a
developer felled
The green
cover in my neighbourhood
For a
minister’s son’s new mall,
I saw you as
greed;
And when the
only support of an old widow,
Her only son,
was killed
By a drunk
biker,
I saw you as
cruelty.
But when my
neighbour’s son
Gave away his
lunch box with a smile
To a hungry
boy at his school’s gate,
I saw you as
compassion;
And I saw you
as loyalty
When a street
puppy,
Whom I fed
once or twice,
Jumped before
a snake to shield me
And gave up
her life to poison.
I have seen
you in love,
In
friendship, in dedication, in charity,
In
forgiveness, in peace,
And in hate,
conceit, violence too,
But I know
not who you are.
You assembled
all this I see,
And probably
all I don’t as well,
Gave them to
me to live for you,
But I
rearranged them to my likes,
And recreated
myself life after life.
Dear God, for
I know not
Any other
address, I meet only you
In whatever I
do, wherever I go,
In a pub, or
a temple,
At home, or
in the wilderness;
You chase me
as a shadow,
A far-off
song, as blowing wind,
All around
me, all over me,
Yet not me.
I am tired
now,
I am breaking down under
The weight of what I am;
Is that the
way
To become whatever I am?
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August, 23
