My Creator

Oh my creator, for a long time now I have searched for thee.
Once thought a simple quest, a life times work turn out to be.
Most world religions at one time tried, but you I could not see.
Through good, bad, love, hate, pain and sorrow you evaded me.

I dug deep in books of only truths seen through the minds of men.
Each to tell me, theirs is the only truth, assured on that I can depend.
I searched through mind's barren wastes and valleys fertile green.
Retracing steps in hope, beneath stones unturned you'll be seen

In one last attempt, I searched the universe encompassing all that be.
With an overpowering fear looming over me, of creator never to see.
In darkest hour you reached out with gentle arms and to me did show.
The universe inside of me, I felt your love embrace, so I can know.

That I am you, as you are me.
Is the reason, I could not see.

Poetry by English poet David King