Friday, August 26, 2016
Do I still have questions about God?
Even now? At seventy-four?
Of course I do...
about the why and who and how...
the why-nots and the no-ways...
The wondering and the wandering
even as my earthly end looms large, well
within my sight-
And then I see the verdant green of trees
towering high above me
hear the familiar call of the scarlet cardinal,
the small brown wren, and the chatter of
the ever-present squirrels
watch the children riding bikes down my
see my neighbor lovingly tending her lovely
hear a beloved voice on the phone
learn of earthquakes and wildfires and
raging floods and the many helping
hands offering aid
And I know- in spite of still-unanswered
questions- that I have seen...am seeing-
each day- the face of God.
No further explanations necessary.