Always

I once saw God in a dream:

A small child of ambiguous race and gender;

When I asked, “Can you see me?”

The child nodded and smiled.

I once heard God in the middle of the night:

Feeling afraid and alone, the voice said,

“Everything’s going to be alright.”

And it was. And it is.

I once felt God’s touch:

As my little dog lay dying in my arms,

In anguish I cried out, “Where are you, God?”

And I felt my dog’s head rest on my chest, his eyes turned up to mine.

God doesn’t show God’s face often.

God doesn’t speak out loud much.

God’s touch is rare and precious.

But God is always near…

…always watching…

…always listening…

…always reaching out…

…always loving me.