God, in the Random

I have heard Him laugh—

so loud

my eardrums could burst…

but I love it.

Like a balm on a bruise,

soothing.

I have heard Him talk—

not a chatterbox

but truth

that cuts my heart so deep…

yet I love it.

Like a lamp in the dark,

it guides.

I have heard His sobs—

so quiet

only a patient heart can hear.

Like a lover 

it waits.

I have seen God

in the random

and in the common.

Inkhorn Literary 

He speaks. We write.