Peter Levi writes somewhere that " Poetry is the naked exercise of the Entire Man." When All Our Senses are in Full Play and Thrillingly Attuned, maybe we can Triangulate the Presence of God. Some set out in search of God, while others wait for the Spring to Come And the Grass to Grow by Itself. Both Approaches Are Valid. What is Beautiful is The Journey and the Antiquity of Man's Waiting, The Beauty of his Tenacity.
You start and end with : I Am Nothing Instead Of Being Nothing. Even your Elusive God Disappears into Nothingness.
Worth Pondering. Because, sometimes what Encapsulates, here, your opening and closing lines, becomes the Key to The Existential Dilemma the rest of the Poem Seeks To convey. Enjoyed your Poem.
