Not a great poem but it gets the idea across. I will rework this and make it a better poem later.
In the burning cities with crumbling
Churches named after God
Everywhere I went God was not
I looked for God in the tattered books
Of sages in the men of knowledge of
Time and to those who said
They spoke in the name of the One and Only
I did the rituals they told me would
Show me god
But there
God was not.
I went to the taverns drank till drunk
and smoked Opium in dens of dreaming,
I went to whorehouses and looked for God
In between womens legs
But there, God was not
So I left the the city of me and went to
the mountains and the Deserts,
I swam in the waters of the world,
everywhere I went God was not.
Weary and alone,
I sat silent for a long time
I cried out
Where are you my beloved?
I am longing for you.
And God whispered to me
like the light from a faint star
From deep within me.
“Right here.”
