The day my
younger sister came to my camp
I was running a college art project.
I wanted to know
what an eleven year old
thought God looked like.
One boy drew an old man with a long, white beard.
A girl drew lush gardens with the same man sitting on a big throne.
Another put him in the clouds,
and another with wings.
Then I came to my sister’s drawing, simple outline,
smiling child with a big heart on her chest.
It was filled with colors.
An arrow pointed to the heart
with a word reading GOD.
I took the picture home,
folded it carefully.
In the middle of the night I woke up weeping.