“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