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Through a child's eyes,
Alone in the wilderness of life's misteries,
I would wonder "who is God?"
Portrayed as an imortal being
Too abstract to comprehend.
Obtuse to my reckoning.
He might as well be Santa or Superman.
The man next door was more in touch.
The grocer and the rag and bone man
would at least wink and give me sweets.

Through the eyes of a youth,
Still alone and still searching for truth.
I looked in all the wrong places.
He wasn't in the eyes of that pretty girl
Or was he? I went back for a second look.
There were spirits in the bar,
Those answers seemed to disipate with the dawn
He couldn't be found in the wall of sound
That I seemed to revel in.
Although I took comfort in the beat.

Through the wisdom of my years
Alone as ever in the wilderness of uncertainty.
I found what I believe to be reality.
Not in the church with insecurity and fear.
Nor the mosque of man-made ways.
Not in the synagogue, though they'd bend your ear.
Neither religion nor doctrine. The bible or Quaran
Held any value I could see.
I found him...... in the ocean, the river and the trees
I found him, of all places, ....... in me.

The poem was inspired by this wonderful painting. My partner Patricia is an artist and although she is not religious, she became very spirtual whilst painting this.