For years
I thought God
would show up
in a flash and dazzle –
decking me out
in gold and silks,
gifting me with palace and jewels,
where I would live out
a kingly life of ease.
But these days,
though God looms large
on my horizon –
it is often misty and hard to see.
Our movement
towards each other
comes tightly measured –
in single steps,
in difficult and long lived days.
And our final greeting
may be less
a joyous celebration
full of gold and glitter –
than each,
falling exhausted,
into the others
arms.

from Light was Everywhere
Richard Wehrman