My God

   by Caroline Johnson

God has brought everything but fire 
on the golf course tonight.
I feel the wind,
I see the frozen water,
I walk on the earth.
Yet the sun, a small ray in the sky,
peers out from gray clouds.

I walk a circular path
among houses, hills, and blacktop.
In the summer, there are
Great Blue herons
and white egrets.
In the summer
it is too crowded
to walk.

I think of all the people
in the world praying
to one God,
right now,
all at the same time.

Is it their God?
Or ours?
Is it my God,
or no one’s?