Unseen Hands/This I Believe Too

The religion of a wayfarer is thus:

See grace in all things

Do I believe in a God?

No

I don’t think so

I believe in water on a cliffside

Skipping radio stations on the freeway

The breeze through the chapel doors

Sitting here I want to cry

Because it’s the same

The universe at work may

Well be unseen hands

Guiding my hands and

Other hands

To build arches of wood and glass

To collect in one place and

Believe together

For better or worse

And it is the calling of a wanderer

This I believe too

To go forth and learn

And see and know

And hold it in the heart

And tell it back

To any who will listen

~fin~