Is god a coward? Why does god fear to show himself?
BTW Here's a 'philosophical sonnet' of my own. (It's okay. I'll just dance in a corner).
The Wood and the Trees
Walk with me this childhood path
Where thoughts did bud like Spring's array
That fir, as sapling knew my breath
And bent to the grasp of random play.
Here was the stream where Summer's heat
Trickled to cool beneath the tree
And stark stones sharp beneath my feet
Stippled the flow of eternity.
That which was supple, time binds firm
And that which was wide, to stricture grows.
Each junction of life invites our turn
But closes behind mind's dark hedgerows.
Youth's smiles and tears may betoken nought
Until life's path has its values wrought.