Hello God. I’ve capitalized your Name
Seems appropriate when I’ve been told it is
All these other bipeds are always telling me
Who you are
As if they have crawled up into your gowns
Nestled their fingers in your nebulae
Pried apart the new forming stars & popped them into their mouths until a black hole formed
In their souls
I doubt it
But what have they seen that I have not seen?
And what have they touched that I have not touched?
I want to see through their eyes the magnificence of you
And know in their minds your absence. Your presence
What comical beings we are
Looking for god everywhere
When that is the place to find her