Wherever You Are Poem by gershon hepner

Wherever, God, you really are,
please tell me if you'd rather
hear words like “Allah is akbar, ”
or Blessed are the Son and Father, ”
or whether kaddish is Your choice,
recited by the Jews to One
who, saddened, wishes for our voice
to give him comfort, not his Son,
pleased when grieving we extol
His name, appealing not to might,
but to the way He plays His role
as well in darkness as in light,
respectful more of plowshares than
the swords and rituals that increase
in fashions of which He's no fan,
since His first name, and last, is Peace.