I had just begun to seek ,
my God through worship.
But then I realized—
My God does not live in temples.
My god lives in the eyes of suffering,
In the cries of the broken,
In the silence of those left unspoken.
In every tear that falls unseen,
In wounds that ache but stay serene.
In the weight of sorrow,
In the hands of kindness,
In the hearts of lovers,
In the soul of nature,
In hopes, passions, and ambitions,
In the infinite oneness of all things.
My God is not confined by any walls.