I don’t know your name, your age, your race or the dimensions of your face.

 I’m not sure whether you’re a man, a woman, the wind or energy.

I don’t know if you run as deep as the sea or if you’re as small as a seed.

I’m not sure where you are but I feel you within me.

Because every time the wind blows I feel you caress me.

At night when I feel alone,

I look up at the moon and see light shimmer and I know it’s you.

And sometimes, I can even hear you in my head.

And that’s when I know, God is everything.

Amen.

-Erika Fuego