Finding God is like that feeling you get
When you look everywhere for your glasses
But can’t find them anywhere
Until you realize they are on your head
They don’t have a word for this feeling
But it’s the same feeling you get
When you wake up from an intense dream
And give thanks you were only dreaming
It is, of course, a sense of relief
But combined with chagrin
That you were fooled in the first place
And mixed with foreboding
That you can’t trust your own eyes
And must summon the courage
To open them to the truth