Questing Divinity

You won't find the Divine in the pews,
You won't find Jesus in the tent pole revivals,
You won't find Buddha in lotus-positioned monks,
You won't find Allah in suicidal wahabi-extremists,
You won't find any of your saviors,
your gurus, your holy leaders in
golden gilded, marble arched
architectural monstrosities in religiosity.

No

But you will hear them amongst the laughter in a soup kitchen line,
They will be there cooking for hundreds daily,
They will be there within the stranger giving shelter to the homeless,
They will be there giving time and the odd cigarette to the homeless man
down the street that you pass everyday,
They will be there in the sidewalk ushers who help women go into
Planned Parenthood for something other than abortions,
They will be there within the activists crying out for social change
amongst the citizens of our nation,
They will be there within those whom you cast prejudiced thoughts
at as if they were stones thrown at their skin and bones,
They are within you and me when ever we stop leading
self-centered lives and realize that our brothers and sisters are in need
of help and we actually stop and fucking help our fellow human beings.

There really is no pride in being rich,
and no real shame in being poor -
it is only so when we forget that the Divine doesn't want us to covet
more than our neighbor -
they want us to fucking help each other without
qualms or quarrels.

You want to see your Divine?
Look to your neighbor who is hurting,
and help them.
Love them.

Be a decent fucking human.