Him.
i looked for Him
in the silver strands braided in my grandmothers hair.
i looked for Him
in the brown crunchy leaves on the ground in the fall.
i looked for Him
in the pages of books that promised to help me piece my life back together and make me get out of bed in the morning.
i found Him in some pretty unexpected places.
He pressed Himself in the lines of the elderly lady's hands as i held them.
He swirled in my New Orleans Praline Coffee as it turned cold from long conversation and not much sipping.
He is in my own eyes reflected back at me.
He is alive in every warm hug and silent thought.
He is beautiful.
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