The stoplight

Why are we waiting with no stoplight?

“There’s a stoplight; it’s right there.”

“I didn’t see it.”

“That’s OK. Sometimes we don’t see things, but they’re still there. Like God.”

“God?”

“We don’t see God, but God is still there. Like the wind. You feel it on your face, but you can’t see it. But it’s still there. Or the love mommy and daddy have for you. You can’t see it, but it is still there. Right?“

You nodded silently.

The light turned green and I drove away.

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