Hidden Fingerprints

by Liz Art

Tell me about Your ways, my God,
tell me about Your fun.
Tell me about the world around
and how life is to run:

Why love is such an open art,
that always seems to fly.
And what will be awaiting us
the day when we will die.

Where reasons, thoughts are coming from,
or feelings of the heart.
What we can do to smile again,
when life tears us apart.

Tell me how You can be the way
that everything's all right.
How doubts and fears can be replaced
by love - without a fight.

I try to listen to Your voice,
to understand Your hints,
to read the daily things to come:
Your hidden fingerprints.