There is no place that God is not;
even in the barrel of a gun.
Bullets sing their own psalm,
a deadly hymn to the True Judge,
the Creator of us all.
There is no place that God is not.
Perhaps that is why God asks us -
pleads for us -
to sing a new song
for all the earth to hear,
to drown out the ugly and
sibilant crackle of bullets,
whose only benediction is
one of destruction and pain.
There is no place that God is not.
