People always ask

How I know God is real.

They always say,

“Have you seen Him?

And if so,

What does He look like?”

But I don’t know how to tell them

I see Him every day

Not in body,

But in my mom’s smile

As she cooks dinner.

I see Him in my brother

Who comes home from school

Safe, just as I’ve prayed.

They always say,

“Have you heard Him,

And if so,

What did He say?”

But I don’t know how to tell them

I hear Him every day,

Not with His voice,

But in my friend’s laughter

And my dad’s terrible jokes.

They always say,

“How can you believe

In someone you’ve never met?”

But I don’t know how to tell them

I meet Him every day,

In every stranger I help

Or who helps me.

I meet Him every time

I see a woman playing with her son

Or a man carrying his granddaughter.

I meet Him every moment I reunite with old friends

And when I find new ones

In places I would never expect.

So to the people who ask

All those questions above,

I make sure to say,

“He’s here, always.

You don’t have to see,

You don’t have to har.

You just have to love.”