“Why has god abandoned us!” he cried, teary eyed, to the heavens.

“You’re looking in the wrong place,” said God;

“I am here, where I’ve always been:

in the warblings of the brook,
the whisperings of the trees,

the sprays of the seas;
every beat of a butterfly’s wing, &
every tweet of a bird in the spring,

is me.”

“It was you who abandoned me,

when you resigned me to life in heaven.”

— Aljedaxi Rēcha’daf

PHOTO CREDITS:  Brook and Trees by Simon Wilkes;
Spring robin redbreast by Jan Meeus; both via Unsplash.com

This poem is published in AB141