Where Does God Live? Poem by RIC BASTASA

God does not live in Rome
the Pope and the celibates are there
and they are too many
too crowded
and very intelligent

sometimes i honestly ask
if they are still generous and holy

or if they still have the hands
that stretch
to the poorest of the poor

sometimes i am confused
and disappointed

but then sometimes too
i look inside
my being

open my heart
and there i see God living in there

speaking to me
Do not fear Do not be confused
Do not look for me somewhere else

Do not travel too far
I am just right here

Resting in your heart
sometimes hiding from the crowd
sometimes taking tme to be silent from so much noise
sometimes sleeping because I am so tired

and so here I am
amazed to my God dwelling inside my heart
my body as his temple
my eyes as the windows of his soul

on this theological revolution
my soul rests my ears listen