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This poem was written about 15 years ago, soon after the birth of our precious grandson Benjamin.
Where Is God?
"My Father in Heaven," He said.
These words of Jesus do not tell
Exactly where the Father may dwell.
Is heaven up "there" somewhere in the sky?
Or in the twinkle in baby Benjamins eye?
Is the Father residing somewhere in a church?
Or in the forest on a high perch?
Or maybe oer the ocean in the eye of a storm,
Or on a sandy beach with a crab, where it's warm.
"I know" a tiny voice inside me said, "He is in all these places,
Particularly in black, yellow, red and white faces.
Where is heaven and were does the Father dwell on this day?
For me, I found Him in myself as I learned to pray.
Look in the space that each one of us calls our own,
The space where our soul exists.
The space where there is no limits.
Just open your eyes and "see" with your soul.
Heaven is right in front of us, just as we were told.
Peggy Jones 1995
