I MAY SEE GOD
by Louie Lawent
I don't see God in a cypress
- his beard as a mountain slope
I don't see God in continental drift
- in Mother Nature's braindead clock of consciousness
but I may see Him as its winder
I may see God in the intricacies of my incomprehension
I don't see God in the computer simulation of our sun's inaugural journey
I may sense His handiwork, but the Divinity of motion stops me short
I may see God in the big bang singularity
... I may see me as his anthropic principle witness of
the ungodly improbabilities of the galaxies' formation
I may see God in entropy's precision
... I may see physics' proofs as God done better than unevolved theology
I don't see God in the eyes of a descendant of interstellar dust,
the predecessor of the monkey
but I see God in the genius of a formula to put monkey in my face
I don't see God in biblical passages that crucify Father Time
that contain missing narrative links
where multiplication is the product of fertilized mirages
... I would only see laws of physics in an extraterrestrial being
but I would see God in any supernatural ghost
I may see God as the reality of His hypothetical
I may feel God as a tap on my shoulder
as an abrupt scratch on my cheek
as a voice that yanks me from the tail end of a dream
I may see God as one of assorted failures
as a God without omniscience
as a God who sometimes throws it and sees what sticks
I don't see God in prophecies that require Armageddon as route to Rapture
I may see God as reward for man's moral progression
I may see God in my doubts
Louie Lawent is the author of "The Louie/God Interviews (What The Big Fella Really Thinks About Man And The Uiverse)" The book may be purchased at
Amazon. The direct link is http://www.amazon.com/Louie-Interviews-Really-Thinks-Universe/dp/1430328797/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-4768641-5065651?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1194884348&sr=8-1
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.