I do not need an altar,
or a statue to see your face.
It caresses me in the wildest winds,
shines down on me with golden faith.

As sure as my heart that's beating,
the same as I know night will fall,
when I lie in my bed turning and twisting,
to search for you, it won't be in the confessional.

I embrace you in my victories,
as I stand on the winners podium,
I will not deny, that I evade you
when Thantos corrupts life's equilibrium.

Your my hope that floods my veins,
the signpost that will guide me
The hand that held mine,that warmth,
when you brought me in love with that cup of tea.

Though I don't understand it
or your omnipresent divinity,
Whatever name you choose today,
which ever are the peoples trinity.
Just know,

I don't need a sermon
or sign to hear your voice.
I catch in the nightingales song, the rain like pelting notes on the concrete,
in the innocence of a child's first words, and,
when I hear it and I do
I cannot help but to rejoice.