Accounting

THE
RELUCTANT
ACCOUNTANT

I see God
In fruit and earth
And every soul
I’ve helped to birth.

I hear God
In silent times
Then enhanced
When Church bell chimes.

I taste God
In water from springs
When sins absolved
Sanctified-soul sings.

I smell God
In the wax from His bees
Burning with truth
That brings all to their knees.

I touch God
When confessed, tongue clean
My heart skips a beat
At the paten’s gold sheen.

Everywhere’s God
The plain becomes wonders
But where, oh where
Is God in numbers?