No Big Words, This God

I’ve been feel­ing a lit­tle poetic the past few days. This was some­thing I first wrote in the mid­dle of a prayer period sev­eral years ago while con­tem­plat­ing the beauty and the frus­tra­tion I felt in front of a silent God. I rewrote it after sev­eral years and it took on a new mean­ing for me. Last week, I rewrote it for the final time in its present form.

Some­times God does not seem to care about the things that are hap­pen­ing to me; and some­times I imag­ine Him just look­ing on as a bystander to my life. And I ask Him life’s dif­fi­cult ques­tions and all I get is utter and deaf­en­ing silence.

But some­how, there is elo­quence in the silence. And I begin to see that what I deemed as silence is really God’s way of talk­ing to me.

No Big Words, This God

No big words, this God.
Just the sun wak­ing up the val­ley with majes­tic light
Hear­ken­ing mem­o­ries of sun­rises past
When night seemed impos­si­bly long
And morn­ing seemed impos­si­bly far

Grad­u­ally, the mist of yestern­ight dis­solves like wax
Under the rays of sun
Come to con­quer night.

No big words, this God.
Just lilies of the field
Cloth­ing the land­scape
With pud­dles of beauty and loveliness.

No big words, this God.
Just a gen­tle breeze
Caress­ing cheeks caked with dried tears
Bring­ing shiv­ers of chill­ing warmth
To tired hearts

Just the drip of rain on cor­ru­gated roof;
Just a rain­bow com­ing out after the rain;
Just the sun set­ting,
Drench­ing the earth in one great burst of color;
Just hope found amidst despair

No big words, this God
Just gut feel assur­ance
That some­how, some day, love will find a way.