finding god

I used to have faith in God. I say 'used to' because afters years of trial, the faith seems to have eroded a bit, and what used to be a massive boulder of strength has gradually eroded into a pebble - a rather small glimmer of hope that flickers on at times. Strength being energy still remains, not drawn from faith, but from forces of stubborn indifference or fear.

It's possible to find God in the most simplest of things. God, as Graham Greene put it, is possibly as simple as a perfect equation. The perfect poem read at the perfect time, the right words said at the right time. The song that soothes away the bitterness, the melody that brings a smile. That perfect shade of blue in the sky after a red sun. The perfect shade of red on the Goddess. The scent of a green forest or the sound of a sea upon rocks.

Misery, I suppose allows us to retreat into a shell and look upon the self with utmost care, sympathy and there begins a road of self understanding. I guess it would have been better to do the same in a moment of pure joy. Finding the self in a moment of a smile. Perhaps, thats what finding God is about. To know the misery and not let it touch the small pebble at all. To know the smile and let it shine the pebble.