They told me that I ought to get on my knees and pray.
Look right at the sky, towards the stars above.
Pray to the Most High, and ask for His love.
But no, I've never seen your figure up in a cloud.
I doubt it was your voice that made the thunder loud.
If I stare up long enough, will I see the Lord??
But my eyes would only water from the rain as it poured.
They throw blessings up at you each and every day.
And point to the sky when they get down to pray.
But I've never seen you there, and so it just seems.
I should tear through the sky and peek between the seams.
The hope gets lost, through seconds and minutes.
So my days of looking up may as well be finished.
You remain unseen, you don't want to show me,
Your face as a friend, pretend that you don't know me.
Then he lent me his hand, and he lifted me up.
And he gave me the strength, when I didn't have enough.
Then she held me close all through the Winter season.
She acted so kind for no apparent reason.
I stopped looking up, and I never let it down.
As I continue to find pieces of You right on our ground.
My ears pricked up, found that love was the sound.
I stopped looking above when I found You all around.
-miguel
