Beauty Seen is Never Lost

Somewhere on the train, she sat. In silence. Looking beyond the lines. To the far heavens above. She listened to the sound of the track. On-going beneath her. Shaking her to the core.
They ask her. why do you believe? Why do you still hold on when everything is falling apart? Why do you see the birds when there are sharks below? People die. In pain. People are hurt. In vain. People are hungry. why do you believe? If God is the most merciful. why do they ache?
She touches the window with her fragile hands, the coldness of the glass makes her shiver. The sound of thunder shook her from her trance.
Its not his wrath. its not his wrath. he’s just quenching the thirst of his earth. The almighty
He’s just answering their prayers. The almighty
How else would they appreciate the beauty of his blue skies if they didn’t see the grey?
How else would they hear him?
How else would they see him?
If not for the rain. If not for the sun .if not for the pain. If not for the details.
How else? How else would they know his mercy if they didn’t feel his wrath?
Do they not feel scared in alleys after the safety of their homes?
Do they not see the morning after the chillness of the night?
She wondered if the train is ever going to stop..if they will ever reach their destination.
She looked around at the faces. At the young at the old. At the healthy at the weary. At the happy at the miserable..
He sees each. he knows each. he holds each. he listen to each. he forgives each..
Each is blind
Is deaf
Is mute
Each only chooses when to see him, hear him, and talk to him.
Each thinks praying is reaching him..Kneeling is finding him.
The truth is. he’s already there. all each have to do is see him,hear him,feel him..