I've Met God

I met God. On an elevator. Her golden hair slowly falling out. Or was it growing back? A five year old girl full of energy and life. "Mommie Mommie, we go up!" she beamed. Her elven face brimming with joy. "Yes baby, we're going home," mama said. The girl was skinny; sick looking, but she clearly didn't feel pain. Leukemia? Cancer? They all bring about hair loss and lividness. 
"Mommie! We're going up!" she looked at me and when I admired her, I saw God. I saw God right in her tiny blue eyes. "Yes baby. We're going high up," mama said. Mama's appearance appalled for her child's life. "Baby, are you feeling alright?" Her child clutched against the window, her face pressed against the glass. "Look Mommie! We high up!" The little girl was entranced by the elevator soaring towards the sky. Unveiling only excitement like little girls should. 
Beep! Went the elevator as it arrived at a halt. "We're here!" Mama cried. The girl turned to me. "Mamma! Mamma! She's going even higher!" Delightedly, she skipped off into the crazy world abundant with alleviation and anguish. As the doors sluggishly closed, she gazed at me one last time. My heart reduced weight of despair to brim over with her joy. I waved by the time the doors had closed. 
I've met God on an elevator. And she let me know I was all right.