Where God Ain't

He was just a little lad
And on the week's first day
He was wandering home from Sunday School
And dawdling on the way.

He scuffed his shoes into the grass
He found a caterpillar
He found a fluffy milkweek pot
And blew out all the "filler."

A bird's nest in a tree o'er head
So wisely placed on high
Was just another wonder
That caught his eager eye.

A neighbor watched his zigzag course
And hailed him from the lawn
Asked him where he'd been that day
And what was going on.

"I've been to Sunday School," he said
And turned a piece of sod
He picked up a wiggly worm and said,
"I've learned a lot of God."

"M'm, a very fine way," the neighbor said
"for a boy to spend his time.
If you'll tell me where God is,
I'll give you a brand new dime."

Quick as a flash his answer came
Nor were his accents faint
"I'll give you a dollar, Mister
If you'll tell me where God ain't!"

- Author Unknown -

Life isn't waiting for the storm to pass.  Its about learning how to dance in the rain.