Finding God
Finding God
a breeze rustles
her hair
winding its way
across her face.
squinting into the sun
she raises her hand
shielding herself
from that which
seeks
to save.
she scans
the clouds
looking
for God
or angels
while her shadow
plays
at her feet
mimicking
changing
her appearance
while a world
searches and looks
along a wide path
filled with black shadows.
drenched in the son’s light,
orange in color,
yellow of Heaven
red of forgiveness
tinged with pure white
light
she feels
the surrender.
a breeze rustles,
a gentle hand
encasing her
like a vessel of glass,
but firm,
protective,
a father and
his newborn.
staring into the sun,
she drops her hand.
submission.
scanning the clouds
searching for God
she finds Him
smiling at her.