we search so hard in vain when the answers hold our hands they fill our bellies they drench the sand they pour from the sky their thunders roar we still search for answers we must search no more disregard dogma we ve no need to kneel again unless to feel the earth to drink from the streams again drink from the streams again divinity in the forest drenching the night sky present in all things that grow the gods as an archetype i saw the gods in the eyes of my father on the last day he waved goodbye i saw the gods starring at the night sky with a friend standing on lake ice i saw god in the eyes of my nephew just minutes after his birth and i saw the gods at the end of sumbel when an emptied horn made flames burst i see the gods i see god 