Is to say
out loud
That God
does not exist
Such celebrated
certitude,
Such
reassuring fit
for both alike,
the pundit
and the nitwit
The easy
way out
Is to say
out loud
The world has
carved itself
Out of
molecules, and plasmas,
And tails
of comets, and stellar dust,
Which all should,
all must
Be combined
in chemical formulas,
Driven by logical
calculation,
Oh, the
theory of evolution,
What an
intellectual elation!
The only
trouble is
When God
comes down
From his
timeless hiding
When the
day is fresh, or the night is rife,
Steps right
through the sleepy town,
Enters your
hart, enters your life,
And without
giving a clue
He says:
Hello, how
are you?
That’s what
happened to me
On an
island in Hawaii
On a golden
beach
In the
middle of an ocean
On a tiny
planet resembling a peach
In the fruit tree of constellations
Down there,
In the far corner
of a cosmic
nowhere
where I heard
God crack open a door,
coming through,
coming through,
whispering
in my ear:
Hello, how
are you?
