In the Woods

74 CHRISTIANITY AND LITERATURE In the Woods The last time I saw God-I can't be sure ofcourse-She was running the opposite way and all I could see was Her back. I'll never know where She was racing. For my part I was tromping toward the Stock Exchange with everybody else, at least the ones in business suits, with shiny shoes. My family thinks I never keep up enough with the latest styles. Neither, it seems, does God. I thought about grabbing at Her hem, but you know how it is when you think about trying to help. So often the moment passes you by and you don't want to embarrass anyone, particularly the divine. Maybe instead of sprinting away, she heard the song of a hermit thrush, caught sight in the leaves of its speckled breast, and craved to hear its wistful tune. J. STEPHEN RHODES ...