Asking...
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 never end... 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 quiet street see my neighbor lovingly tending her lovely garden 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.