God
The sun has set
The night is here
The stars are out again.
Making a path from heaven to earth.
The waves are crashing against the rocks
Dancing to the tunes of the moon.
And beneath the tall palm tree
I sit on the soft grass
Sensing the presence of God.
God who went down with the sun,
But was back with the stars.
God who was in the waves
And on the rocks.
Whose presence I can feel
On the grass around me,
On the palm tree above me.
God who is felt riding with the moon
Up the starlit way to heaven.
Who was there yesterday with
The street urchin begging for money.
But was also listening to the deal
Of the businessman in his office.
God who was helping the old lady
And spanking the naughty boy.
God who was crying the tears of joy
On the union of two young hearts.
And the tears of sorrow
On the seperation of two souls.
God where is he?
Here…no there….or perhaps everywhere.
And sitting here beneath this tree
I wonder
When does he ever rest?
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