Everywhere

Stepping out of my dorm room on the way to class, I passed a janitor cleaning in the hall. He looked at me with sad, searching eyes so I smiled.

"Have you seen God?" he asked.

"Yes, I have," I replied. "In fact, I can see Him right now."

The man's eyes, still tinged with loneliness, spelled confusion.

I explained: "He's you."

Enigmatic twinkle in my eyes, I threw him another smile and continued on my way so that he could ponder over what I said.

Walking down the stairs, I felt God squeeze my shoulder approvingly.

"Now," He said, "you are finally beginning to understand: I am everywhere."