Searching for Gods

Let me through
Green pastures wander
And look with awe
At the blue yonder
And wonder how I'd ever miss
The gods who did create all this,
For if gods were there to be,
Why were they never shown to me,
Since my mind can only grasp
What I can hear, feel or see.

If there were gods to be,
I think, they would appear
And listen to my urgent plea.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz