In Plain Sight
He’s in plain sight; He does not hide
to those who simply open wide
their eyes, their minds to what is plain:
the ordinary and mundane.
Though some will look, they will not find
the caricature that fills their mind,
the god they’ve shelved inside a box,
and therein lies the paradox:
to glimpse their god, they’ve made him small,
and thus, they see no god at all.
Their certainty at what he’ll do,
activities he would eschew,
forms cataracts or opaque scales;
the search to find him utter fails.
But there, amidst our deepest grief,
where pain devours without relief,
or filled with wonder like a child,
when logic can’t be reconciled,
when order's where it should not be,
or forms take shape exquisitely,
or colors pleasing to the eye,
or minds that ponder how and why,
'tis there He’s been, and all along,
a presence near and oh so strong
in all we think, and all we do.
You cannot hide; He’s there with you.
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for the Where Is God Hiding Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
written on 08/24/22
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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