To find the divine you must start looking,
Digging up the grass, rummaging through the soil
Occasionally finding an idea wrapped in mud
Stained with age, corroded but recognizable.

This is everything they thought and treasured
And buried with the dead to show their faith
It gave meaning to the ebb and flow
And purpose to time outside the home

So many stories. So many brave souls
Believing, nailed to crosses, skin flayed
Determined to prove a simple truth
That flesh and bone are stronger than stone

"I am the voice of God," he cried loudly
"Which God is that ?" I asked politely
"How dare you?" he replied angrily
And had me flogged as an unbeliever.

Then she came out of the light of my pain
And whispered that all would be well.
I saw the sun, spilling out over the sky
And I was filled with the joy of what it was.

I heard the sound of water in the creek
Heard the birds and wind in the trees
And songs bursting forth from the earth
And I knew I was one with it all.