My God is tall and strong.
Usually he walks taking great strides
but today
My God is treading carefully,
his hands cupped together
in front of his chest,
gently carrying something
that is clearly precious to him.

He steps carefully
so as not to disturb
the cherished bundle
that he keeps
close to his heart.

I look closer,
trying to see what My God is carrying
with such tenderness.

It’s Danny.

My God is carrying Danny
with care,
with love,
protecting him,
keeping him safe.

This illness is not something
that Danny has to endure alone.
My God is with Danny
every step of the way,
carrying him.

Danny is safe
in the loving hands of My God.

© Claire Murray