Observations

God Sighting

 

I’m sure it happens daily

And I just now became aware

Our sight too often blurred,

Yet surely, God comes

And we see him, though

We may not know

 

Even then if vaguely

I see the minister before me

Holding out himself must be

The Lord himself in other form

And when I take the host

Consume the transformed bread

 

Perhaps I realize that in his stead

Stands you,

Or in the grocery line

The man who says

I’ve only one, take my place

Or driver waves me through

 

I realize it’s you once more

Perhaps you are the one in need

I nearly passed you by

But suddenly I turn and offer aid

Or just a smile, a word, a hand

Not thinking of beatitude

 

Again, it may be me who acts

And offers others sighting

If I assume the role held out

No doubt it is God there

One may compare an act to prayer

Inviting all to see dear Lord, you.

 

CAK