Lent-Day 4

I'm searching for signs

as I'm writing my rhymes

spending valuable time

seeking the divine

I find Him sometimes not where I'd think

in places where righteous ones dare not to sink

in bars

in gutters

with backpacks and shopping carts full of

granola bars and clutter

most would deem dirty.

yesterday I saw Her right where I expected

drifting low on a cloud over the Pacific

light radiating forth in beams no darkness could overcome

I stopped for a moment to whisper hello.

weeks go by

and I'm still searching

wrapped up in pursuit of that wholly divine

The search will continue

until my hair turns gray and the lines on my face

grow deeper

somehow, wiser

knowing that no matter how long I search

answers will forever elude me.