I often wonder – where is God?
As we gather at the table
with the crunch of carrots and requests for dessert
the relentless question: “Can I play please?”
I often wonder – where is God?
As tiny hands clutch crayons
tracks move across a construction site
the persistent plea: “We’re still playing.”
I often wonder – where is God?
As we race down the hallway
rock together under the hush of the noise machine
the insistent refrain: “I’m not ready for bed yet.”
I often wonder – where is God?
As I turn on the computer
fill a page with words and stories
the endless question: “Will these words matter?”
I often wonder – where is God?
As the wind blows my hair
the birds provide music to break my silence
as I listen to God’s persistent voice: “I am here. You are mine.”