Softly fades the evening’s pale light,

the shifting stars are about to sail on by!

God is in the inbetween, spaces of fragile things,

within the crinkled cracks

of frosted etched glass,

between the silvered mirror, and your constant, outstretched hands,

to hold onto something!

God is in the sacred spaces,  His presence is

palpable as we sway and fervently pray.

Our ancestors float down amidst us,

as we remember those whose dust has gone to dust, God is there

to help raise us up.

He’s amidst the hoard

that you have carefully kept secretly stored,

those this’s and that’s,

chachkies of days long

gone past.

Petals of roses scent letters of yesterday’s loves.

God stretches His light

beyond our words,

races along the edge of this whirling dervish world!

Is no more or less in everyone’s dreams.

God is in the dawn’s first song

of a robin’s call on the wing.

If you see the space that separates still dew drops,

under that tilting leaf,

God lies within those subtle spaces.

When you love someone

so much till pain’s begun,

God is within/without your words, and embraces you without a sound.