“Where’s the evidence?” I yelled to the wind. “Though you roar I can’t see you, Though you chill my skin I can’t taste you. I hear your whisper And I can’t find you.” “Can you see the breeze Or swaying of trees?” The wind replied. “Can you see the clouds Move and undulate Across the sky? Can you taste the rain Mixed with dust As I breathe into you? Though your eye Cannot witness my breath, It can see the path Where I have been.” “Where’s the evidence?” I argued with God. “Am I alive or am I dead? Do I have a soul? Am I limited by my perceptions? Is there truth Amid the shadows of my dreams? Is any of it real?” “Can you feel your heartbeat As it sings in harmony with creation?” God replied. “Can you look behind you And see where I have been? Have you known love? Have you known sorrow? Have you reached out For answers And been denied? Are you welcome at my table And invited to my side? All creation, my gift to you.” “Where’s the evidence?” I asked of Christ “Two thousand years you hide Unseen by any man. How can I know That it was you who died and rose again? If I can’t touch you? If I can’t see you? If I can’t hold you in the now?” “My hands, my side, my feet Revealed in scars,” My Lord replied “To those who stood In need of proof, And blessed are those Who touched my scars And found their faith complete. Though you cannot touch Those scars I earned Nor see the carnage Brought on by man, Your trust is found in The path I walked And the spirit that Whispers in your soul.” “But where’s the evidence?” I cry to Christ “The evidence, my child, Is in the eyes. Of those I touch With your heart and hands. Your brother’s joy, Your sister’s smile. The hungry fed. Souls reconciled I ride the clouds. I paint the dawn. I bring the rain. I keep you warm. I give you peace From storms without And give you rest When your heart, soul and body Grow weary. I give you joy Midst pain and trial I join with your spirit And overfill your cup With grace and love. Be still, And know that I am God.” Rev Walt