If you tell me you have too much pain, I will hear you. I will listen to your story. Then I will tell you about the ragged edges of the mountain rocks breaking through the sky. I will describe for you the same rocks that have fallen to the waters below, now smooth as the river runs by.
If you tell me the world is full of anger and hate, I will listen to you. I will hear your story and then tell you about hundreds of miles lined with sunflowers, planted by God, turning their faces to bless the travelers passing by.
If you tell me you don’t believe in God, I will listen to you. I will hear your story Then I will show you the sunflowers, the mountains, the flowing waters and the rocks. Maybe you will remember God the Creator of all and begin to tell a new story. I will listen.