SOMETIMES GOD
Sometimes God winks through
a morning cloud in the east - in
a shaft of light - dawn, “Here I am.”
Sometimes God waves to us with a baby’s
hand and a smile from a shopping cart
in the bread aisle at the supermarket.
Sometimes God seems to be hiding
in the hospital waiting room or in the
dark night of my soul - way past midnight.
Sometimes God, I doubt your presence,
that is, till I kneel there at the Christmas
crib and it dawns on me: you are… I am.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017
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