Evidence

They live among us. Chirping, chasing, fighting, playing. Perfectly oblivious to our presence unless we threaten their nest in the spring. 

I was working a series of the foothills one summer morning when one landed on a dead snag just ahead of me. I hurried to get a photo. I finished the photograph. When would it fly away?

I wondered: Where did you sleep? Who are your friends? What will you do today? Why do you sing?

I gathered my tripod, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and saluted my little friend. Stoic in the summer morning air.

No answer. Just a twist of the head, and a twist back.

What else do you require to know there is a God?