• David Sunderland


What are you God? What do you mean to me?

Do you wait unseen on a cloud for souls?

Do you control fate and assign us all roles?

Are you a person, without he or she?

Do you live in all places - a forest, a flea?

Can you, with a blink, encompass the poles?

Are you nothing but dreams filling life's holes?

Can you open all doors, providing the key?

Conventional searchings are all useless

Straining hard fully counter-productive

The more I seek you the less I can see.

So forget liturgy, I'll make my own mess

Simply struggling each day to honestly live

Gradually finding you might be in me.


© 2019 by David Sunderland