He’s nowhere to be found, I swear I’ve looked.
I looked in cabinets, in jars and on tables. I looked for God but couldn’t find him or his cheeky smile. The one that says he has a secret to tell.  And I never saw his wants of compassion and I never saw any good from his name and I never wanted to be a part of his fan-clubs and I never attended his lectures or listened to his teenage rock bands. I saw his book fill the minds of children with doubt and insecurities and falsities of monsters and stories of a magic street-preacher named Jesus. I never saw but never looked for answers to things I could read in other books.