Where Is God?

This Sacred Verse is a meditation on faith. It traces the tender arc from childhood wonder to adult questioning, revealing how the smallest slivers of stillness can become glimpses of the divine. A reflection for moments when belief feels distant. This piece is for anyone who has ever wondered where the divine is in the messiness of being human.

This track is infused with the soothing resonance of 228 Hz, a frequency known for grounding the nervous system and softening emotional tension. It helps calm the heart, quiet the mind, and create a spacious inner field for deeper reflection.

Transcript

Welcome to your sacred verse.

This poem is a reflection on faith,

On the longing to feel God,

To see God,

And to understand where the divine lives in the midst of our very human lives.

As you listen,

Allow yourself to enter into the questions with me,

The searching,

The uncertainty,

And the quiet hope that somewhere in the silence,

Something sacred still meets us.

I am a little girl with my grandmother on our way to church.

She says,

We're going to God's house.

The expectation,

Of course,

Is that I will be as quiet as a mouse,

Holding my yaya's hand,

New shoes,

And my best dress.

I am meeting with God,

I thought.

I want to impress.

The music is playing,

Smoky incense,

Many people about,

Quiet,

I'm getting ready to sit.

Where is God?

I shout.

Shh,

Yaya scolds,

I am told to sit.

I still don't see God,

And I don't understand this one bit.

Forty-eight years later,

My question remains,

So where is God?

Faith struggles to be reclaimed.

I want proof,

Evidence even,

Divine signs and illuminations.

They elude me consistently,

Eyes blind to revelations.

God is subtle,

I'm told,

In the wind and the rain,

Speaking through the whispers of trees soothing my pain.

I am not subtle,

Though,

I am obvious and direct.

Every experience I've had,

I completely dissect,

For evidence of God working behind the scenes of the mundane life of trying to stay clean.

Where are you,

God?

In this mess that is life,

In the pain and the suffering and the fear and the strife.

Are you over it,

Or under it,

Or sewed into the fabric?

Is there meaning to this place?

Do I believe in magic?

Mom,

Are you with God?

Yaya,

Are you?

If God is everywhere,

Then perhaps I am too.

My human eyes cannot see,

My human ears cannot hear.

It feels like God is hiding,

And so I just feel fear.

Is faith in my heart today?

I cannot find it.

The absence feels hollow and compels me to sit,

And so here I am,

Knowing faith will come back,

Fear will recede and end its attack,

And in the peace that will follow,

In the silence within me,

A sliver of God will appear,

Just enough for me to see.