“Where are you?”
I say to God, quietly, in the darkness.
And it is only later
that I hear His Answer.
“I sit upon a throne
with jewles in the upholstery.
Millions of jewles in the upholstery.
And every single one
is a universe.”
“I caress the jewles or remove them from my throne.
And I hold them in my hand.
And I see into them.
“I see across the light years.
I see through the dusty nebulae.
I see and I hear and I know so deeply.
Where you are, right where you are.
And I feel for you and with you.”
“I am not only in the constants that keep the universes swirling about each other.
I am not only in the forces that keep the suns burning.
I am inside every single nucleus of every single atom
that ever is or was or will be.
With hands tiny, invisible and unimaginably mighty
I hold the positively charged protons together.
I am the strong nuclear force.”
“I am in the heart.
I am in the mind.
I am in the soul.
I am a stirring.
I am encouragement.
I am a voice, an echo, a shout
of joy or indignation
calling you out to danger
or into safety.
“There is a little throne
much like my great throne.
It too is encrusted with jewels.
And I am sitting there, too,
if you have invited me.”
“I am still upon a cross
and yet I am risen.
I am gathering disciples.
I am returning to disciples.
I am preparing a place for you.
“You have asked me
‘Where are you, God?”
“The question isn’t where am I.
The question is ‘where are you’ “