Looking for grace

“Some things have to be believed to be seen.”

― Madeleine L'Engle

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does God exist?

is grace real?

does love conquer all?

does that person next to me participate in the divine?

I cannot make

a cogent argument

for God

or grace

for the presence of the sacred in that person who most bothers me

or for love, for that matter

since God is hard to find,

grace seems irrational

hate so often seems to win

and there are so many people who seem destructive

it seems an odd thing

that it is only what I expect,

only what I look for

that seems to appear

(and I sometimes forget this even now),

what I have found

is that when I look with eyes

expectant

I see

emerging through the mist

and fog of this world

surprise

God

surprise

grace

surprise

love

and yes, the God in me sees

the God in you