Sometimes when the world saddens me

at night when I fold my hands to pray

I like to think how things would be quite different

If I was God…for a day.


The first thing I’d do is eliminate hate

I’d throw everyone’s hate away

I’d replace all their hate with love

If I was God…for a day.


With love in our hearts we’d accept everyone

we meet along the way

no matter how different they seem to us…

If I was God…for a day.


If I was God…for a day.

Everyone would grow up healthy, safe, secure and well fed

We’d all live long and happy lives 

and die peacefully in our beds.


I’m sure there’d be more to do

more problems to face along the way

but this seems like a great place to start

If I was God…for a day.


Of course this will most likely never happen

I may never get to be God for a day

but at least it gives me something to hope for

at night…when I fold my hands to pray.


When I see people using God as a way to discriminate…

as a reason for their prejudice…their bigotry and hate

I am filled with sorrow and my heart is filled with woe

as I wonder how it is their God can differ so much

From the God I’ve come to know.


The God I know is a God of love…

a God of Kindness…

a God of care

The God I know treats everyone the same…

every creature…



The God I know does not hate…

not me…

not them…

not you.

Which makes me wonder… 

why, in God’s name…so many people do?


I have one wish when I see people who…

in God’s name…seeds of hatred sow

I would love to introduce them

to the God I’ve come to know.

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“Mommy, do you believe in God?” The daughter asked as she nestled in her bed.

After tucking her in and kissing her cheek.

“I do.” Her mother said.


“Have you ever seen God?” Her daughter asked.

Her mother shook her head.

“But you still believe there is one?

“I do.” Her mother said.


Sensing her daughter’s confusion her mother sat upon the bed.

“So is God a man or a woman?” Her daughter asked.

“Yes.” Her mother said


“It all comes down to one word.” Her mother continued

As her daughter sat up in bed.

They looked into her each other’s eyes

“It’s called faith.” Her mother said.


“Faith is believing in something you cannot see

It’s not knowing but still moving ahead…

I know right now it’s hard to grasp

but you’ll understand some day.” She said.


“And God,” her mother continued, “is not a particular person 

It’s whoever you create within your head..

The God you talk and pray to

can be a man or a woman.” She said.


They talked a little more about God

Until her daughter nodded off in bed…

The mother kissed her once more on her cheek

“Sleep tight my love.” She said.


“What took you so long.” Her husband asked

When she finally came to bed….

“Tomorrow,” his wife smiled as she kissed him.


“You put your daughter to bed.

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As they watched a field of flowers gently swaying in the breeze

sitting mesmerized and awed

A young girl looked at her dad and signed.

“Daddy, do you believe in God?”


Her father paused a moment

stroked the hairs upon her head

then looked into her eyes

“I do.” He signed and said.


“Do you ever wonder why,” she signed 

as from her eye he saw a tear

“why God would put me into a world

in which I cannot hear”?


“When I think of all the sounds I’m missing…

all the music…all the songs…

I wonder…did I do something to hurt God’s feelings?

Did I do something wrong?”


“Oh no honey.” Her dad signed softly with his hands.

“Some things in life we just don’t know…

we may never understand.”


“None of us are perfect…I don’t think we’re meant to me

but you don’t have to be perfect to be beautiful to me.”


“When it comes to your hearing…I don’t know…

though an answer you are owed…

Perhaps it’s so you wan’t take for granted 

the other gifts you’ve been bestowed.”


It’s true you have no hearing…

and that problem is severe

And you will never have the chance to hear 

the beautiful things I hear…


“But perhaps without your hearing 

you see the world with more clarity…

And there is a beauty in your silence that I will never see.”


“Someday, perhaps, we’ll have our answers…

Until then by however we view beauty may we be awed..

And know every time I see you…he signed


I see the hand of God.”

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Sometimes we humans can be so cruel…so unfair…so shadowy and dark…

A little girl is kidnapped, killed, then found discarded in a park.


Children are being murdered…for that matter people of all ages

Families flee into our country and are immediately put in cages.


Children are bought and sold for sex…women are abused

Survivors of these tragedies are left bewildered and confused


After every horror we create…in this country and abroad

we appeal to the heavens and ask the question…Where is God?


I wonder whenever we see one human-made tragedy end only for another to begin

if, instead of looking out for God…we should be looking in.


What if God is in each one of us…in our kindness…in the way we live

in our smile, in our touch…in our ability to give?


In a hug, a touch…a kind gesture…in every compliment we pay

in every act of compassion…in every thank you that we say?


If God is but a feeling in our heart in our mind and and in our soul…

then shouldn’t we be trying to discover her…shouldn’t that be our goal?


What if this is our mission in life…what if this is what life is all about

to discover the God in each of us…and invite her to come out?


If we realize that the God we look for is with us all along

then perhaps we’d stop asking where she is…


when we’ve done something wrong…

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After church their daughter ran into the house and maps she began reviewing

Mom and Dad walked over and asked…“what is it you’re doing?”


“I’m looking for the town where God works!” she said as only an innocent child can.

“If I find where he works I can go and see him…because I have a plan”.


“I want to ask him why Grandpa had to die!”…here Mom and Dad were taken aback

“I want to ask him, since he’s God…to bring my Grandpa back”.


“And where do you think God works?” Mom asked as she met her husbands gaze.

“Oh, I don’t think, I know!” she smiled….”Father Joe says he works in Mysterious Ways.”


“I’ve looked all over this map. I’ve looked here and I’ve looked there 

but as for city of Mysterious Ways…I can’t find it anywhere.”


Mom was the first to speak as a smile crossed her face

“Mysterious Ways is how God works.” she said…”It’s not a real place.”


“So where does he live then?” the daughter asked- still not quite sure what they were talking about

“God lives inside everyone of us.” Mom said…”and it’s up to us to invite him out.”


“God is love.” Dad nodded…”God is anyplace where people care,

and if we let him or her into our hearts…God could be everywhere”.


I know it’s hard to understand…and you might think it odd

but anytime you pray you are speaking with your God.


Their daughter thought for a moment then said excitedly…

“So all I have to do is pray and God will bring Grandpa back to me?”


“You can always pray.” Mom said, “for prayers and faith we never lack

but once God has taken someone she doesn’t usually give them back.”


She doesn’t always answer our prayers but I believe one day

she will provide the answers…for that is her mysterious way….


“She’s so young,” Dad said, as that night they watched their daughter dream…

Do you think she understands…this is so much more complicated than it seems.


“Look at that smile on her face .” Mom said 

perhaps it is simpler than it seems

perhaps the town of Mysterious Ways


and Grandpa are alive within her dreams.”

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They each approached their God in their own way…

some stood, some knelt…most of them bowed their heads…

“I come to you with a problem…I need your help!” they said.


Then as their Gods listened from their heavens or from atop their mountain peak

simultaneously from here on Earth each person began to speak…


From all corners of the planet…their appeals were the same

“There is so much hate in the world,” they said…

and they were quick to place the blame…


(Here is where each person’s story gets a little odd)

for they put the blame not on themselves…

but on the other people and their Gods.


Each God listened intently from their place up in the sky

and after a moment or two of silence…each God began to cry.


“You have forgotten why you were put here.” Each God answered, 

“I find it so bizarre…that you have forgotten your reason for living

you have forgotten who you are.”


“This is not a problem for me.” Each God continued.

“You know what you need to do…

or have you forgotten the power to fix this…

lies not with me…but you?”


“You speak to us of hate!,” 

this was spoken in one combined voice booming from above…

“Come back to us,” the voice continued, 


“when you can speak of love.”

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"Beset by Blue"

The sky was an aura.

Robins egg blue,

With white snowcapped mountain peaks,

Kissed by yellow, touched with violet, carsessed with crimson.

Was the sky,

A true spectacle painted by God on this,

Sunday Morning

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Into The Mystic

This is a book of magical poetry.
That will inspire you and perhaps life some burden off your shoulders.
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