Finding Faith

“Where is God?” the little child in me asked.
Heaven maybe!
I sought for him in the arms of a man,
Then he maimed me.

I retreated into my lonely shell;
Seething darkness!
Denying there is power In prayers,
I found madness.

The little child asked again, “Where is God?”
With innocent eyes,
I found faith in the middle of the storm
Rolling like dice.

The peace of God was always in my heart,
From my side his calm will never depart.

Vera