The Long Why - Sonnet 15

The seeker asks, "What is your proof of God,

Creator of the cosmic and the small

And author of the world?" I may recall,

In answer to their quest, seemingly odd

Coincidence in formation and flanks; 

Or helpless bursts of song in agony

That otherwise would scar me jaggedly,

If not protected by the angels' ranks;

Or, most tellingly, the whispering wind,

Beholden there amidst a hurricane

That I, found there upon conversion, gain

Everything: broken chains from heavy sin

And, in His counsel, gazing on His face

That weighs my soul, still choosing the embrace.