God in Hiding

Father, do you remember
when I still saw you?
You were afraid I
would fall off that cliff

and You held out Your hand
like a mother to her newborn.
You feared
I would not see you again.

But I fell
and it was a hard fall.
I, too, am scared.
We are all scared.

That day they
covered Your face in purple sheets.
I thought I would
never see You again.

I lived after the fall
and You knew,
but You never searched for me.
And now, I -

I look underneath
the blankets of soil
for You.
I look everywhere for You.

Even in the sun:
like a moth to a lamp
I quiver towards the "light";
They told me it was You.

The shepherd by the corner
tells me You are here,
but I hear wolves;
and they are coming for me.

In time, Father. In time.

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Happy Easter Sunday, everyone!