Walking alone I think of God


Walking alone in my backyard
I am surrounded by the reasons that
I believe in God.

The sound of my children,
the breeze dancing around my face.
The call of a lazy bird and a distant hum of undefined origin.

My life calls to me as I pass the pool and wave at a neighbor
tending to the grill like a true suburban warrior.

I am home.
The place where smiles come easy and the evening gusts are the best.

My years of wonder and envy find me eye to eye with the dreams that I thought were only celluloid illusions created to torture the masses.

Weekends in the country could hold no greater comfort then my lawn chair and garage door opener.

God grant that the course of my journey never take me too far from this vision.