If you're there,
Then show yourself on high,
I lie face up in a swimming pool,
Casually I lose hope,
The clowds gather in the distance,
A mighty thunder head in sight,
I am not afriad and so I ask,
"Will you strike me with lightning,
By answering 'yes' to a question ?"

The storm roared as I repeated myself,
Each scream was louder than my last,
The storm began to build,
As I provoked the sky,
Then I asked of the supposed King of kings,
With a tone seeming to embody an emotionless feeling,
"Are you real?"
I lied there until oblivion,
With so many other questions riding on the coattaills of the spoken words,
I feared no God,
Yet I was diing for one to exist,
I desired its existence,
And I wanted at that moment,
To know with my mind,

Giving the body given me at birth,
For a real God could do the exceedingly possible,
To tell the unknowable,
To touch the finite,
The zeal wore off,

In my desperate want I give my body,
That you would do the exceedingly possible,
It is a sacrifice,
Given as payment to know the unknowable,

beautiful. one of the few poems about 'god' that i have liked