God was in the staircase today
In my steps
My up and down movement
The paper cup and sugar
God was in my coffee
He was in the room number
And my patterned quilt sitting
neatly on my bed
He was in the train that rolled by at
6 am
and
7
And at the bar sitting next to me
He was in the wandering beggar that asked for
twelve dollars
to get home
My hot shower
and
time
alone
He was in the waiter
And the host
And the horribly cooked steak
That I ate anyway
He was my daughter crying last night
That I was not there to hold her
These are the things that make Him
Him
tiny prayers
moments
the dying to self to see
outward
It is intimate connection that brings consecration
Sacredness
the entrance into His Kingdom
God
let me in
Lovely words of your expression of faith. How cool that God is there, with us all the time, in everything we do, say and feel. Such confidence that gives.
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