"What is God?" the child's voice queried,
As we stood on the shore of the flame-tipped sea.
"Is that Him?" the small hand motioned,
Pointing the sunset out to me.
Now, how could I answer?
What should I say?
"God is Spirit." But the small one waited.
And I knew my answer did not suffice.
"God is All," I gestured widely
And asked for a word, a word beyond price.
Father, what can I answer?
What shall I say?
"God is Love," I firmly stated.
The small face lit with happy glow.
Love was a thing he had experienced,
Love was something a boy could know.
