seeing God at a red light

I wish there were words
that would speak the volume
of admiration I feel
for the creation of life
I am so electrified
I feel the thrust of my youth-

sitting in traffic downtown
the light is red
-so many lights
each with a story as they
climb the high rise buildings
smacked up against the sky
that holds such promise

beautiful faces of strangers
flashing past me
bearing personal expressions
to offer a unique perspective;
a panoramic exposure
of colorful differences

a wave of joy overcomes me
as the sun
gloats in victory
over the clouds
shining just right
against the day

or the darkness spills down
coating all below it
with a shadow
where I lose my doubts
and find comfort in night-
thankful for each breath

my daughter laughs at me
when I call life \"glorious\"
and informs me to please
not repeat that word
in front of her friends
but nothing says it better

sometimes, the world just
feels so right and
I am still the child
inside my mind
laughing with my mom
while sitting at a light
taking in the day

and God's own two hands
part the sky
and reach down to touch me
soothing my soul,
whispering my name
showing me His promise
in the pulse of every day

I see Him -
in the buildings
in the sky behind them
in the faces of strangers
in the reflection of my past
and in my daughter's smile
as she laughs at my vocabulary

and it is in those moments
that life realizes
it has become immortal
and I am merely one
of many vessels that will
keep it feeling young

then finally,
I have the green light
I move forward
mindful to take in
the view of all
that I pass by
seeing God in everything