God is in the rain, sprinkled on my face,
the kisses of a thousand angels.
God is in the soft shush of snow layered
on the uplifted boughs of trees.
God is in the penitent thoughts
of the condemned,
and in the salvation of the innocent.
God is love without conditions,
freely given
with nothing expected in return.
God is in the eyes of the dying,
squalling fears soothed by a whisper,
a promise.
He's in the beat of a heart
of a newborn child,
and in the lift of my spirit
on the dance floor.
God is in places I have never been
to or seen,
and in places I will never see.
He is in the rain,
sprinkled on my face
like the kisses of a thousand angels.
