Literature
Missing God
Missing God in the English Countryside
Gems were tossed lightly upon the strings of grass;
The lake was a stained glass reflecting the grey textured sky,
And the drizzle sketched the buildings, like fine pencil lines.
The tiny girl tiptoed clumsily, skipping the puddles on the path
A plastic bag shielding her head as a turban filled with air.
The wind made the dandelions cry, blowing some Spring away,
And she wondered when she would see God in her own way again.
She waited under a willow and nestled her chin in the coat,
Observing two boys walking by: wet shoes on the sizzling trail;
Their hair dropping on their necks, glimmering w