Four Reasons Why I Believe in God

one --

the sunset.

in some part of the world,

be it my backyard or somewhere in the Philippines,

there is always a beautiful sky of color,

of warmth and brightness

that just explodes into the atmosphere

like a bomb who could not care less

about casualties.

if something beautiful exists,

then it had to have succeeded something even more beautiful, right?

who taught the sky to put on a show like that.

two --

the fact that people pay for each others' food a lot.

I'm a waitress, I see it all the time,

but I try to always remember the fact that

that everything has to come from somewhere,

and attitude is a part of everything,

which means that this kind of generosity,

no matter how normal we have made it,

was borne of something bigger than it,

brighter than it,

bolder than it,

and that's amazing to me.

who taught grace to take over people like that?

three --

evergreen trees.

they are always constant,

always full and beautiful and, well, green.

as the bleak dawn of winter begins to reach it's collapse

into the harsh middle of winter,

when, in my neck of the woods,

everything is either dead or dying,

and there's no more color,

we celebrate life and love and giving,

by bringing evergreens into our homes,

and decorating them with memories,

with the aid of those we made the memories with.

what eternity does the evergreen

look up to and admire?

four --

when mothers lift dump trucks that are about to crush their children.

or when older brothers miss the basketball game

that will determine whether or not they get a scholarship Berkley

in order for there to be some familiar face in the audience

at his sister's dance recital.

or when fathers refuse to stop holding their children

after coming home from work,

when the game is on

or barbie is out of tea

because they understand that the only thing just as precious

as their little babies

is the time that they get with them before the world

kicks them in the stomach and knocks the colors of the wind

out of their musical breath.

what I'm saying is -

people do things for love

and in love

that most would scoff at in any other atmosphere,

but the lovers don't care,

because love doesn't care.

where did love learn to be so fearless?

what taught the love that people have for one another

to be so unashamed

and so dangerous

and so brave?

call me crazy . . .

I'm okay with it.