Seeing is Believing When you look at the sky And see absolutely nothing, God's a bit like that. Gradually you make out Birds gliding high above, Seeing the world as it is Not, how we think it should be, God’s a bit like that You notice clouds, That may or may not bring rain, God’s a bit like that. Then you are made aware of the sun But can not look directly at it, Because of its brightness, God’s a bit like that. And when night comes It is black, and once again You can see nothing at all, Yet you know on another night, Perhaps the next night You will see the moon, And her apostles the stars Lighting the way, God’s a bit like that. © Bernard Pearson
Bernard Pearson’s work appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine, The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, Patchwork, FourxFour, The Gentian. In 2017 a selection of his poetry In Free Fall was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem ‘Manor Farm’.