I have met God in the oddest of places
In grocery stores
In line at free food banks
At the gas pump at 3am
In bed while I lay wondering 
What the point of all this truly is

I have heard God 
Not words
But senses, a feeling 
Something too complex to relate
Just impressions, feelings 
That have guided me over the roughest terrain 

I have seen God
In the eyes of the truly devoted 
A light that is almost radiant 
Incandescent, so bright you feel it as much as see it

I have felt God's presence far too many times
Not to recognize the the fact of His existence
He is there when our time is done
To usher us unto to the next life 
He is there when there is a choice to be made
To speak in that silent way
He is there 
In the eyes of my child
In his laughter and light
Near blinding to me 

Over the years I have wondered many times
What is the point of life
And every time I've come to see
It's not about us, it's not about me
Who am I to arrogantly question 
The creator of all that is all that will ever be
Just human, as God made me

My son once said something that stunned me
Changed my perception irrevocably 
At just over a year in age
He said, God gave me to him
After all the years of praying 
Of giving till I was a shell of a broken being
I thought my son was my reward 
But again I am made to see
It's not about me

Why does death steal the young
Why do some hearts bleed too much
Why do compassionate people feel the greatest pain
The answer is 
Who can be saved by an untimely loss
Who will learn from that cost
How many lives can one death save 
Bleeding hearts call to suffering souls
And empathy takes a dark toll
But how many people have been given peace
Understanding or acceptance
From those compelled to share their pain  
When loved ones die or depression strikes
The first thing I wonder is why
And the answer is always the same 
It's not about me and it's not about them
It's a ripple that our point of view is too narrow to see
It may start here but it's not about me.
 

 

 

by Amanda Saylor

 

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved