Look God: I have never spoken to You.

But now I want to say, "How do You do."
 
You see God, they told me You did not exist; 
And, like a fool, I believed all of this.
 
Last night from a shell hole I saw Your sky; 
I figured right then they had told me a lie. 

Had I taken the time to see the things You made,
I would know they weren't calling a spade a spade.
 
I wonder, God, if You would shake my hand;
Somehow, I feel that You will understand.
Strange, I had to come to this hellish place,
before I had time to see Your face. 

Well, I guess there isn't much more to say,
But I am sure glad, God, I met You today. 
I guess the zero hour will soon be here, 
But I am not afraid since I know You are near.
 
The signal- well, God I will have to go; I 
love you lots, this I want you to know. Looks 
like this will be a horrible fight; Who knows,
I may come to your house tonight. 

Though I wasn't friendly with you before, 
I wonder, God, if you would wait at the door. 

Look, I am crying, me shedding tears!
I wish I had known you these many years. 

Well, I will have to go now, God. 

Goodbye - Strange, since I met you,
 I am not afraid to die. 

~ ~ Author Unknown ~ ~

This poem was found on the body of a 
nineteen-year-old American soldier in Vietnam.