Tell me there is no God, and normally I'd believe you. But I realise I've seen something greater in the way that man holds his son's hand in the doctors waiting room. I've seen it in the way that teenager stands without being asked to offer his seat to an older woman on the bus. I see it in the old man at the park, who has made friends with the pigeons. It exists in the actions of strangers, handing me my dropped gloves. It exists in holding the elevator door, in helping a child tie their laces, in every small kiss, soothed bruise and bandaged cut.
I see it in my brother, who on cold nights, goes to a strip club only to spend time with the bartender who's scheduled to work the Saturday shift.
I don't believe in God, but there is God in the way we love each other.
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PoetryA Poetry Collection I have been experiementing with poetry the last year! The first few pieces are my earlier work, and it does get better the more recent the chapter. Enjoy!
