SEARCHING (the rose)

There are those who say:"God is dead".

To those I say: You are dead.

Your vine is withered and your nectar runs dry;
your song is lost in wandering and
your footsteps vanish as if blown in
desert sands.

For God id the founding rock upon which
a man builds his temple-palace.
He is the seed from whence the Tree
of Life spurns forth;
bringing forth more seed.

Life unto Life.........

He is the rising of the Sun and it's settings.
He is the cool Moon ray which lights the blackest nights.

Woe unto those who fear not God.
They shall be smelted in the furnace of iniquity,and their own self-destructive doubt
shall be the eternal fan of it's flames.

Those who have no fear of God ask:

"Where is this god?","What is his name?",
"By what evidence shall he be known to us?".

But it is written:
"I Am who I Am","I Am the Alpha and the Omega".

What proof do they search for,
how futile their search.

For He abides in the hearts and yearnings of all men,
and His secrets are whispered on the morning winds.

They in their searching have become blinded by it,
looking for the ROSE that flowers beneath their very
bedroom window.

Yet still they are loved.