Poem: A Cup of Coffee with the Creator of the Universe

Dear God,

let’s sit and talk—over coffee.

I stare into my cup,

letting my thoughts rise like coffee steam.:

“ I tried to define you,

I couldn’t; my brain was unable.

I tried to find you,

I couldn’t; my eyes were incapable.

You must be called!

And then listened carefully with the hope that

In return, there might be a voice, a sign, or even a feeling.

I know your footprints are everywhere.

But you are not anywhere!

I know your clues are inside all the creatures.

But you are not in any one of them!

Can one be and not be at the same time

Because you are and you are not.”

the silence lingers,

I take the last sip of my coffee,

and leave the coffee shop

and still, I wonder.

By Sediqa Sarwari