Choir performance (mp3) Music by Henry Mollicone
Richard reading the poem. (mp3) 
By Richard Heydt
Many say there is no God
Just a chalice and ideas,
But sometimes when I dream of faith
Our God seems very near.
Perhaps this God knits quietly
While her older brothers bluster,
Or maybe she lies weak from pain,
With little strength to muster.
She may be hoping wars will cease
Before she steps in view,
Or feels afraid to leave the shade,
As light reveals what's true.
She could be waiting patiently
Knowing there will come a time
As once there was a time
when Jesus
Walked in Palistine.
She may be penned by Principles
Or bound by words and reason
Her entrance would seem awkward
Like a Goddess out of season.
Perhaps she's ineffectual,
Sees clear but has no power.
Perhaps she's not a giant oak,
Perhaps a gorgeous flower.
I'll know her when I see her,
Though I cannot fathom when
This God who often seems so far,
She'll captivate me then.
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