The Theologian

It wasn't just an evening stroll,
for God was hiding, and I thought to meet him
there, on his own ground.
I heard that he was everywhere;
were I to give him half a chance,
he might appear.

The way was much less clear;
at length I chose a suicidal stream
that in its progress guided me across the plain,
gaining in elan,
before the precipice appeared.

But in its last crescendo,
there was only stillness that I saw
subsumed within the waterfall
in little glimpses,
dashing to the stones.
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