Wednesday, June 8, 2011


My God asks me so many questions
Where are you hiding? Why
so afraid?
that I can’t answer.
To look at Him? and say
I thought it might hurt less here
away from you
in the dark—

He is a good man
as far as men and goodness go.
Seeing him is like looking
at oceans bending over the curving
I strain my eyes and trust:
The earth is round.
And red skies don’t mean the sun
will be gone forever.