The Pious Deist

How could a being so great and grand

Care for a speck as small as man?

For if God cared, why does he hide

In everything before my eyes?

Creator absent from our lives

While we are left to grow and thrive

So apathetic

So enigmatic

To man's condition

Frail and tragic

"Stop!" 

The voice of reason cried

I froze in place

A whisper sighed

"O' man, why worship gods of stone?"

"Within your being is my throne"

"Though darkness clouds"

"Though far you roam"

"Our hearts embrace"

"You're not alone!"

These words as marrow in my bones

Sank in so deep 

Their truth--a tome

The deist creed

A futile path

Like atheists'

Vacuous math

And though I know that I am known

The blind must feel there way back home