God For Every Mile

• Bethany Johnson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

Relief that a day has conceded
And yet a great deal will change
You sense that god is inspecting you
The engaging smell of all in range

The refreshing echo of breeze in tree
A children's squeal or two
Sitting on a bench where there's company
Because I’m sitting beside you

I may not seem to have a place
But I’m in each heart and soul
Never alone after a day absent
The one that fixes each torn hole

I congested the wars and let things pass
I helped a needy one
A quenching thirst, a feast for starved
Without I, there is none

And although I'm not ubiquitously
I listen to each prayer
I grin, and shut my eyes to wait
Until each person sees me there

I gaze down on all til death do us part
And I attempt to reconcile
For it seems I'm the all knowing one
The God for every mile