When you look at the sky
And see absolutely nothing,
God’s a bit like that.
Gradually you make out
Birds gliding high above,
Seeing the world as it is
Not, how we think it should be,
God’s a bit like that
You notice clouds,
That may or may not bring rain,
God’s a bit like that.
Then you are made aware of the sun
But can not look directly at it,
Because of its brightness,
God’s a bit like that.
And when night comes
It is black, and once again
You can see nothing at all,
Yet you know on another night,
Perhaps the next night
You will see the moon,
And her apostles the stars
Lighting the way,
God’s a bit like that.
© Bernard Pearson
