To the Unknown God

I grope but cannot find you
in dwellings made by hands

or minds that reimagine you
as silver-smithed creation
or image that must conform
to be believed.

Paul saw your fiery face,
heard your earth-shaking reprimand,
suffered and witnessed
all his life for you.

I only ask for quiet voice,
kindled heart,
grace doled out day by day,
if you will only

declare yourself to me,
for I also am your offspring.

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