Each Day I Wake Up and I Search for God
Erik Rasmussen
Each day I wake up and I search for god
Most days he’s lost
Behind the wasted time
Minutes
Hours
Or the veil of tears
Clouding my vision
Mindless fog
But occasionally
Rarely
I find him
If only for a moment
In the beams of light radiating through my bedroom window
In the gentle laugh shared with a stranger
In the trees
In water
Inconsequence
His word lies in stars
Not in pages or plaster or preachers
But in the particles, the space dust from which all is born
And to which all will return
Each day I wake up and I search for god
For the diamond to which we give its meaning
And from which our meaning is given