and I hide from You, Lord,
thinking I have nothing good to say about all this
and can’t deal with anyone else.
But when I hide under the covers
seeking the solitude of sleep,
I discover You there,
waiting like a loyal, warm cat
ready to just curl up and be with me.
And then I open the eyes of my heart a little
and start to see you everywhere…
in a single star in the early evening sky
in the eternal beauty of a long low bank of gray clouds on the horizon
in the tiny green shoots of sweet peas bravely emerging from the soil
and in the purple blossom of my flowering Josephine plant
saying, “I am here, I am here.”