"I exist as I AM."
~ Walt Whitman ~
Perhaps God is at much there when we are desperate
As when we are filled with joy:
A quiet presence,
Serenely present.
How though, in all people at every moment?
Perhaps, the secret is too simple to grasp.
Could it be that God is on the inside,
And not up there in the sky at all?
Understanding who I really am feels juicy, and delicious.
