Edward Schriner

I met God today on the street
Sitting on a park bench in the city
I asked him, 'How do you do, Lord? '
And He replied, 'As fine as could be, my son.'
He was wearing a ragged, old coat
Shoes full of holes and no socks to speak of
He was drinking from a paper sack
What it contained, I did not inquire of it.
Mumbling to himself as he took a sip
From the bottle within the bag
He lay back down upon the bench
And went to sleep disregarding the cold.

I met God today at my school
Playing on the jungle gym during recess
I asked Him, 'How are you doing, my Lord? '
As He replied, 'As wonderful as ever, my son.'
He frolicked amongst the other children
On the playground as spry as a colt
Always being respectful of the others
Taking his turns as polite as can be.
Laughing with the others as He played
Tag and other simple forms of kids' games
Observing the unconditional love
As I looked into my Lord's eyes.

I met God reading my Bible
As I thumbed through the four Gospels
I asked Him, 'How am I doing, Lord? '
And He replied, 'I am proud of you, my son.'