Finding God
God is All of Us
The “Grand Inquisitor” was I
inside the grand Cathedral
hatred’s chains and silenced screams
chasing God from every cell.
I cursed the bells, the rancid robes,
a child’s now shattered golden globe
alone, in fear of that called love,
frightened eyes of wingless dove.
An angel came, haloed beret,
told me the church was stone
that God’s extended hand
is formed of willing skin and bone.
So I left my hell that day
and slowly learned to trust
the hand of God that led the way
for God is all of us.
8/6/2014
For Gail Angel Doyle
contest – Finding God
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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