Dear G-d…

… Dear G-d…

… … Dear G-d… …

This is how I address

The King of the Universe.

With hesitation,

Trembling and Awe, and

Uncertainty that my King

Even has an open court.

My King of the Universe.

My King of My Universe.

Where are you?

I climb the mountains,

Swim the seas,

Stumble into the trenches

For you. To find you.

And I miss you every time.

I feel the Air’s whispers--

For only a brief moment--

As It breezes past me on My Expedition.

Only glimpses.

Short glimmers of awesomeness.

My heart swells, and I expect

Revelation.

It slips through my fingers

No matter how tight I hold.

From the sanctuary of the בית כנסת

To the Home of Nature.

Throughout my reality

I cannot find the Palace.

Where are you?

Sometimes I brood.

I ponder if this World

Is nothing but an accidental

Combustion

Of matter.

But what matter would we be of then…

Without a Deity to declare--

Our existence is Good.