God handles it
I met Alcie, Kyle, and KK after I got off work in the children’s department at Barnes and Noble. It was eight o’clock and I had a gift certificate for Johnny Carino’s so we ate there. It was good! Then back to Deb’s to take care of her dogs and sleep well before attacking 4th St. tomorrow. I found this poem and it seemed appropriate to my life right now. As I’ve said before, I love Writer’s Almanac.
Poem: “Games with God,” by Virginia Hamilton Adair, from Beliefs and
Blasphemies. © Random House. Reprinted with permission.
Games with God
I played, a child both wild and meek,
with God at games of hide-and-seek.
I searched in vain the usual places
and found a thousand saddened faces.
“Your God is hidden in heaven,” they said;
“You’ll see him only when you’re dead.”
How could I make them understand
God often took me by the hand?
Then as my tears began to fall
I felt his touch and heard his call,
“I never hid from you at all.”
I played with God a game of tag,
his mantle flying like a flag.
I gave my God a good head start
but caught him running in my heart.
I played with God the game “I Spy,”
but lost him with my fading eye,
till playmate God in his pure kindness,
printed his image on my blindness.