first,
it came to me
as a blur
in black.
I won’t pretend
to know
the gender
of G–, 
or even if
it has gender
though I believe
it must not
being we are all
to have been
created
in its image.
even that
(my own eyes)
did not convince
me of its
irrefutable existence,
though I began
to view
its qualities
in a different
light. 

then
there was the time
years later
when an astronomy 
professor stated
he just wouldn’t
talk about it,
because science 
could not prove
or disprove
any of our theories. 
until then, science
had been my sole
defense
against belief,
but I began
questioning.

it was
a few months
later
when I finally
saw the face
of G–.
I watched
my grandfather
die
in a hospice bed.
after days
spent comatose
he suddenly
came to life
to mouth the words
I love you
I love you
I love you
until all of us
believed.