Some Faces of God — New York April 6 2011
I see God all around, in every friendly face.
Broad Buddha smile with round shaved skull,
Wide, welcoming brown face,
And a heavy New York accent,
He dances lightly as he talks and gestures,
Sharing his beliefs and vision.
I smile and relax to be with him.
Round sky-blue eyes, aged 7
With flying long red halo hair — my grandson.
He greets me with a lightstick or a sword —
A hearty welcome, both excited and intense.
I watch him running toward me, all jointed angles,
Full of love for life.
I marvel at the fineness of his mouth and chin,
The translucent pinkness of his skin.
Thin, graying hair that bares his freckled scalp,
With rounded back, he leans into his measured steps.
His sagging eyelids, deeply creased, yet hide a twinkle in his light brown eyes.
His ears and chin have coarsened and enlarged as he has aged,
His hands grown knuckly and veined.
He may have weakened some, and yet he’s also strong,
He forms the core of family and of church;
He presides and I feel safe and sheltered from all harm.
Every face I see expresses God — all one and yet unique
All beautiful and full of love,
Potential miracles await me in their presence and their love.
They make me whole as I enjoy the Love they bring.
I was sitting in class, looking at the lecturer, marveling at the uniqueness of his radiant self as he taught us about African religious beliefs – this native of Bronx streets who had lived in Africa and learned at the feet of tribal sages. I daydreamed a little, thinking of other people’s unique ways of being and how all of them, however different they appeared on the surface, and even whether they were human or belonged to another species – all of our fellow humans and other creatures allow us to experience infinitely varied and unique aspects of God’s love. God looks out from all the faces I encounter in a day, week, or month. I was in awe, as I honored in my heart this ongoing experience of love.