Father Where Are You

by Eva Johnson
(Humble, Tx)

Father Where Are You

I wander out in the very early part of the day it was nearly sunrise; I was looking for my Father. I cried Father! Where are You! Not A sound could I hear. Again and again I cried out, Father! Where are you?

Suddenly I notice the brilliant ray of light yet so very soft. I lay down on the ground and begin to look all around. There in the light I begin to absorb the beauty that enveloped me, the colors of the light fell upon the drops of dew making the flowers and the grass around look very shiny and new. The color of the purple and gold blooms had me in awe. Some of the smallest of God’s creatures hurried about doing the things they were designed to do. As I sat there enjoying the beauty and wondering why my Father didn’t answer… Just then in a very small voice barely above a whisper, I heard. My child I answered you every time. You were yelling so loud you could not hear me. He looked at me with compassion and said; Let this be a lesson when you can’t hear my answer just be quite.

4-18-06 2:35 am EEJ