Where is God?

Searching for god
Where is she hiding?
In the broccoli soup?
Or under the red perfume bottle?

Sometimes she is far away
And I walk, hand in hand with pink bum moon,
Towards my maker.
But just as I arrive at her home, she eludes me.

Crunchy cruciferous vegetables mixed with
Mung beans and chick peas for tea.
A child’s delight at a magnetic discovery
The woman’s exasperation at ‘emergency calls only’



Stick your new cam in and show me all there is to see
decombobulate over a towel on the chair
and do a Michael Jackson shimmy across
the living room, yay! What fun!




So where is god if she isn’t here today?
In the bath with the plastic yellow duck?
Sitting on the rabbit hutch amongst the rotten wood roof?
Or is she leaning towards your shedding?

The shedding of your ego.
A hard lesson to be learnt.
Let it go, let it drop.
Say goodbye to it and ye shall know god.