A thought came to mind the other day when it seemed that the God who hides really doesn’t exist.
It was this: “God is in kindness”.
I remembered the kindnesses I witnessed over the years,
moments when tears came to my eyes
or when my mind stopped its incessant rolling
my heart changed its beat.
I am not talking about kindnesses that I myself performed
or that another performed on my behalf.
Rather, kindnesses I witnessed:
in a preschool room of parents and children
a grandparent and child on a park bench
two old men in a doctor’s waiting room.
I see and I know.