A Poem by Rick Davis | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine

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A woman doesn’t meet her God every day,
a man doesn’t always feel his prayers,
not every hour is one of grace.
We fall, we fail,
to the end of our road.
We turn back only to lose our way yet again,
to wander is search of forgotten paths.

But God holding a candle
looks for all who wander, all who search.

Rick Davis

Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA.  He is married to Marianne. Marianne has five children, and twenty-four grand & great-grandchildren.  They have a loved cat & dog.  Rick graduated from Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate schools.  He’s has worked in market research and other positions.  He has worked as a volunteer pastoral counselor at Blind Service Association in Chicago, and at the University of Illinois Hospital at Chicago.  He is an ordained minister and interfaith Rabbi.