And where is God?

God was not in our communion class
nor in the words of the vicar
despite his talk of heaven
and the bible and the creed.

Oh Hafiz, where were you when I needed you?
Why did you not slip into the pews with us
while the vicar rambled on
and whisper in our ears:
think of the sweetest thing you know, and there God is
think of your love for your closest friend, and there God is
we will dance on the grass in the moonlight and find God there
we will practise feeling right into our hearts and find God there.

‘Ah’, says Hafiz, in my ear, ‘but I have slipped in now.
Do you like these pews so much that you keep coming back?
But if you wish, we can find God here as well as anywhere.’

‘Now I remember’, says Pete, ‘I will smile, and be open, and wait.’

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