Ode To An Unknown God Poem by david lessard

I don't know your personal name,
Or if you even have one.
But I do that,
when I walked today,
you unfurled to me,
visions of an earth,
Too beautiful to see.

I pass the hordes of shoppers
and they've nothing on
their minds,
Why are we in such a rush?
What is this thing called time?

The flowers are unnoticed,
The clouds just spell out rain;
Can't we see the wonder of
the skies?
Stop the damn express train.

Take in the mountains,
and a panoramic view,
Fill your eyes with gladness,
Say hello, and how are you?

Give thanks to the God unknown,
The one you might think you know,
The one that started it all,
The one that gave us
this great, big show.

Tell me, can you make
the grass? Or just a tiny blade?
Can you construct an Eden,
in a cool and shady glade?

Raise up your eyes to heaven,
God's waiting there, for you,
But you must take God in,
Whatever else you do.