Divine Sight

I have seen God
across from my desk
with yellow dye in her hair
and a baby in her belly.

I saw him in the grocery,
a hump on his back,
from years of osteoporosis,
and withered hands too feeble
for pushing carts.

He is a beggar,
wearing disguises and
searching earth for hope,
for faith, but mostly
for compassion.

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