My Father

The Creator
of the universe
looks
down
at
me.

He doesn’t turn away.
He doesn’t close His eyes.
He doesn’t sigh.

No.

He smiles.
He sings over me with joy.

And He reaches down,
cups me in His mighty Hands,
and holds me close to His heart.

I hear His heartbeat.
It thunders in the universe;
it echoes in my soul.

Louder than the thunder
comes the Creator’s gentle whisper,
“My child.”

By Jessica Yoder