where do you live?
at night, when the lights are out and total darkness spreads over cities and towns like a blanket.
are you there, still, god?
where do you hide?
during the day, a crisp winter walk through the woods, snow crunching beneath feet and frost biting at cheeks and noses and fingers and toes.
are you around, still, god?
and who was most right about you?
the christians?
the islamic?
the jewish?
the hindus?
the buddhists?
the siks?
the taoists?
all the rest? or none at all?
are you like a director, working from within us?
or more like a dictator, working from above?
maybe you're love, plain and simple.
if you're there, god...
that's my only wish.
