Where Do I Find God

He stumbled through its locked doors And fell on its icy stone floors Thrown away, he was long forgotten. They called him ugly, black and rotten. He called out in a trembling voice, "Where do I find God? The one they call Merciful, Who will not spoil the child, but spare the rod." And then he saw a figure wearing Holy white. The forgotten man Never saw a white so pure, Innocent, he must have the cure. He called out to him, but it as if his Voice was mute. It is as if this holy place Already cast down judgment, and he deserved no grace- No mercy shall follow him. The poor man finally reached Upon the figure's holy gown, With a swift strike "Begone devil, You are not deserving of this holy crown". The strike was that of coarse thunder. No lightning - only the sound of contempt Which echoed through every wall until Finally piercing the soul's deepest depth. So the devil got up and left. With a contemplative sigh, "God is not in this place." He cannot be somewhere that does not show His face."