~ for God ~
Sep 3, 2001
You appear quietly. Captured in the eyes of a stranger helping a broken victim; flitting to another before an onrush of thanks. Your heart is diffident, Caressing us at unexpected moments, Surprising us with a glance from a friend, or a kind word in the middle of the street; Murmured in a language so subtle that it seldom finds an audience Unless its resonance catches us suddenly; slipping between walls of static. Discordant and aggressive in our clamor, We couldn't sense the loneliness you felt as we announced Your absence. You continue because you know us. Writing the music of the universe Was your expression of delight as you spun into existence our ability to think, our sense of the infinite, and our passion. Your longing for our hearts to brush against yours Is whispered to us as we gaze in astonishment at a moment of beauty; As we watch the faces of children; and remember goodness. The dream of our response and inevitable love, Has carried you through a history of loss that you may never share, and hope to forget. After sensing your tears our complicated hearts break down in prayer. How can we make you happy? Asking, we find ourselves. Nothing will stop us from expressing Your transcendent love.
Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing, public speaking and film. He hopes that someday he can live up to one of his favorite mottos: “Expressing God’s kind and compassionate love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”