We search so hard in vain
When the answers hold our hands
They fill our bellies
They drench the sand
They pour from the sky
Their thunders roar
We still search for answers
We must search no more!
Disregard dogma
We've no need to kneel again
unless to feel the earh
to drink from the streams again
Divinity in the forest
Drenching the night sky
Present in all things that grow
The gods as an archetype
I saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved good-bye
I saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend standing on lake ice
I saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth
I saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst!
I see the gods!
I see god