I beg for chaos to clear and light to expose the truth.
My call is answered in the words of so many books.
I had to piece them together like a memory.
To understand where I would find god.
Where I could get the answers and be set free.
My confusion set me on a quest, and I had no choice.
Was there such a thing as Choice?
All my questions must lead to a divine truth.
The answer came to me in a vision set free.
I would not find god in any of our books,
and he is not a he or she; god is just god.
Resting in every aspect of wonder and beauty in my memory.
A cherished moment passes and forms in my memory.
This action is not mine by choice,
But a part of the ever-growing universe that is god.
God is in the sunsets and young voices of truth.
Searching over our past for signs in books,
When all that was needed was already here to set us free.
The hand of man creates nothing for free.
Looking back, the proof is in our memory.
It is written in our books,
Our power of choice.
It shades the light from the truth.
You don’t have to choose god.