At the Beach With Bubba

At the Beach with Bubba! “Where is God”? I asked him, But not a word spoke he. Bending, he tossed a pebble, Into the turbulent, foaming sea. “Where is your God”? I repeated. As he slowly turned his head. “Does he dwell mid the vales of sorrow? Or the cities of the dead”? At length he finally answered. “He’s here and with us all”; “He’s in the tempest raging, And he saw my pebble fall!” He turned and faced me slowly, A tear was in his eye. “He’s everywhere my Darling; God has no cause to lie.” The storm raged all around us, But the moonlight came at last. It shone upon the water, And held its beauty fast. “Where is God”? I asked him, But quivering bowed my head; My question had been answered; “He’s everywhere.” I said.