In God We Trust

I dare project

then genuflect;

I cannot stand before the throne.

I look behind

and there I find

He’s there; we’ve never been alone.

How I want!

And yes, I haunt

some places I have not yet seen:

at any age

on every page

and all of everything between—

every word!


But how absurd

to think he lets us leave his sight.

It’s in his hand!

Time’s falling sand

becomes our moments, day and night . . .


Photograph “What Fence?” © 2018 Timothy Waugh