The Face of God
In the quiet hush of life
all is unmoved.
Holding onto breath
waiting, watching, listening.
I wait,
I wait.
I may not see the face of God
in this mundane, physical life;
but there are glimpses in the darkness
of an innocents bright blue eyes,
in the laughter I no longer hear,
in a smile that was contagious.
I may not hear the voice of God
because of the tenacity of wanting faith
and through the passage of time
I believe it will come to me
when I am ready to accept it
to recognize and acknowledge putting aside all doubt.
In the lull of the wonders of the universe
I am listening and waiting
looking for my creator
waiting and listening
to at long last
see the face of God.
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