Where Does God Wait?

In the thin places where

dark meets light.

In the sharp lines of shadow

that outline the old adobe church.

In the smear of light against a

starless sky at moonrise.

He's there...waiting..in the

dark, striated gullies of tree bark

sheltering a core of life within.

God dances up a stair-stepped roofline

silhouetted against the white hot desert sky.

He ripples in the ribbons of dark and light

rising to the edge then

falling into the blackness beyond.

God rides the wind-whipped clouds

feathered across the blue-black heavens,

He swirls in bubbles of frothy foam

eddying around boulders in the Merced.

Penetrating the inky shoreline

He pokes icy white frozen fingers

deep into the land.

Where shadow meets sunlight...

Where light rubs up against dark...

In these thin spaces no bigger than a whisper,

God is....waiting.