We Are Not Alone

tired, so tired... She laid Her hand on my shoulder, and whispered: 'can you not see the sky, the clouds, the wind walking through the treetops, sunlight dancing on raindrops clinging to the long grasses.... can you not hear the howl of the wolf, the cry of a new baby, the moan of the wind.... be still, and know that God is with you! ' but i could not see or hear above the clamor and the roar, the voices of the starving, of the homeless, of women beaten and used, of children without families, of families killed by the bombs, of the prisoner wrongly executed, of the poor and oppressed..... She whispered again: 'look closely, can you not see My face in each of these? be still, and know that I am with you! ' i stood up and smiled, knowing we are not alone!