All the Things We Don’t See

Where was God in the tears

running down the hill

of depression

when a mudslide

seemed to be the only blessing

about to come down

and the rain streaks along the window

as I write

was love in that valley

where a shadow wandered

searching for the warmth of the sun

as autumn sprinkled

loneliness over a carpet of grass

turning brown

and the thunder

rattles the table where a paper

waits for my pencil

was God there in all those bad ideas

I was somehow never able to do

was love there in the accidents

I avoided through no fault of my own

is grace out there in the rain

that will grow my garden

even though I don’t deserve it

is love there in the arms

that hold my trembling form

despite everything I’ve done