God shows himself in mysterious ways
Sometimes he’s Louis Armstrong on the radio on your way home from work
Sometimes he’s an owl-shaped tealight candle holder, small and gray
That way when you turn off all the bedroom lights
his face flickers in haunting shadow
Actually he’s a million different solitary birds
presenting to each of us one by one
And he sings too
Did you know that?
I actually read that somewhere…
That if indeed in the beginning was the Word
It was probably a sung word
Sobriety Poet 