When was it that we first glimpsed God?

Was it in the red, wrinkled smallness

in the half light?

Or later in the strong feet

striding across the hills

which a few aeons ago he had called into being?

Or with a strange thrill

in the hand which reached out to touch some

and make it whole?

Or in a sudden contact

with those searching eyes,

Splitting men’s heart’s like pea pod’s to pour in?

Or was it yesterday

When in a moment of forgetfulness

we lost ourselves

and came across him

unexpectedly, everywhere?

A poem from the Lithurgy of Life Book

by Donald Hilton

I ask you to reflect back to the time you first glimpsed God