LAURA KARNIVA

Finding God

Where did you find God?

Was He in a field, your heart, your head?

Or sitting on the edge of your childhood bed?

I found Him in the city’s wide,

Drifting in on the ocean tide,

The brightest sun in the darkest sky,

The loudest echo of the last goodbye.

I found Him in my favourite place,

Amongst the castle walls and family’s face,

He held the sorrow of my open palm,

And reasoned with the Devil’s charm.

I found Him in my curious wonder,

Of space above and the roll of thunder,

He chased my fiends of the midnight hour,

Then within my soul He built a tower.

I found Him when I had no need,

Succumbed to no hate, pain or greed,

He simply was and is always there,

A mystical Grandfather in a rocking chair.

I don’t always wear a cross,

Nor do I pray,

But I smile at the sky everyday,

And whisper to the brilliant trees,

I did not find God,

He found me.