"Story About God"

Once upon a time is too small to start with.

God is too big to start with.

Shall I tell you to lie back and look at the stars?
To walk through a forest after rain?
To look into your neighbor’s smiling eyes?
No, those are all clichés.

Perhaps…

Once upon all time people lived lives. And it was a daunting thing to do.
And their souls stretched out to the very edge of their reach and felt delicately around the way that a child tongues a loose tooth, and they felt, well, something, there.
And when they were scared and tired they shouted please, please, please.
And when they felt bursting with joy they shouted thank you, thank you, thank you.
And sometimes they were just quiet.

And the reaching and the something and the pleases and thank yous… and the quiet… These were the stories about God.

Maybe they were God.