#WritcoStoryPrompt

Science tells me God must exist. My mind tells me I will never understand God. And my heart tells me I am not meant to.

Another part of my mind, however, disagrees adamantly.
Science may inform me that
God exists, but if we survive
against odds, God may certainly
intervene, because as human beings, we are not super heroes
in reality. Also, nature around us, flowers and myriad beautiful
butterflies, the hills and valleys,
we almost hear an echo, "I am
always here."

Thus, my argument is that we can
know God, and even understand
him, at least, to a degree.

I have felt all my life, even as a child, that I was all by myself. I
am certain, this solitude of
aloneness spoke to me subconsciously. I became an
artist, writer, and creative innovator by myself. The work
was so gratifying, and what I
created.

So, I caught a quiet, luminous
kind of joy.

Still, however, if I was with people, or in a classroom,
that same quietness that illuminated while alone, plummeted to a dim glow
as when the moon comes out.

I recognized this as a deep sadness. As years fled , I
felt that sadness, but accompanied by God. A small
voice inside helped me. I knew
it wasn't my mere thoughts.

Yes, I was alone, and I felt
strong, and I became so because
of my belief that God was with
me all along.
@_sunshine