Why?

I saw God.

He was crying, tears spilling over the newborn's face without the protection of a mother.

I saw God.

His face was filled with fear, the dirt and blood caked face, filled with doubt and insecurity and pain and fear as he looked at the burning hot sun.

I saw God.

She was jumping up and down in small, snug pajamas with the dreams of men in red suits.

I saw God.

Racing towards a lover unseen in many moons, grass whipping and their legs.

I saw God, in the most unconventional of places.