This Sterling Day of Nothing
Where is God?
God is where gods are not.
Not in office bright,
Or silver stairs cued to reason
Or trapped in football season,
Or filled to the brim,
in fife and bugle corps where
Or dangling from her chin,
Or full and bright in summer’s glory;
But deep within the fibers of your
Carpet; God lays in wait, sledded
Glory; Plaintively you step upon his skin;
You trip his wires boundless to seep
Through the gap – this day,
This sterling day of nothing.