I want to see God.

It seems just like yesterday…
I can’t be more than 5 years old…
I have to reach up to touch
the handrail.

Looking down,
I see the Church crowd below…
and a man is speaking,
(since then, I learned,
that was our priest)
then it’s quiet

And looking down in awe
I ask “Is that God?”

People turn to me,
looking up from below
Mom and Dad are laughing
at me.

I was usually so quiet.
I remember that.

They pull me back to my seat,
saying “sh”
but they didn’t answer me.

I just wanted to see God
but I was afraid to get up.

2009 – Bruce Whealton