God is the disconcerting fear and hope -

“An elephant is standing in the room!”

Four tree trunks are no proof, says David Hume;

nor shaking nor being stomped upon. No Pope

can make it so, establish as a fact

that it’s not an ancient brontosaurus.

We can’t connect the dots, too few for us

a remote hypothesis, to be exact.

So here’s the rub; a God Who’s worth the salt -

the Maker - to each and every thing

some partial and suggestive pattern, brings;

lays hands on each contingent strength and fault.

Clues? Unless God clarifies, we’ll never know

Who or what it is; Naught? or Friend? or Foe?