Deus Ex Omnis

I know of god in every paradox
Every lie that becomes the truth
Every evil from Pandora’s box
Existing to be good.

I feel god in the frigid air
Of a warm spring’s eve
It’s perfect scent, as I stand there,
Is chilling and killing me.

I see god in my city sprawled
Lain out before my eyes
Above the chaos, above the brawl,
I see no order in its life.

Within the calm I see the storm
Of my ambiguous, faithless thoughts,
In their struggle to be born
I know and see and feel my god.