God is in the midst of the city: Psalm 46:5

where buildings kiss the cobalt sky
and cars squeeze through concrete canyons
and the homeless sleep on park benches
and grey suits scramble for appointments
God is present

where a few blocks separate rich from poor
and handguns don't separate men from boys
and murals splash the building walls with color
and freeways feed downtown like veins to the heart
God is present

where youth struggle to make it out of the projects
and flowers grow up through the cracks in the sidewalk
and cathedrals echo with their empty pews
and a mother prays as she sends her child off to school
God is present....still