The God that no one knows

I saw God today. She was standing on the corner of Rivonia and Witkoppen, begging. Here, she collected tithes and offerings. She mumbled blessings and curses. None bowed to her, she was not in splendid heavenly kit. And she didn't have a building to attract followers(probably only a shack). She was black and torn and tattered with droopy breasts from breastfeeding her sun scorched baby. But if you looked closely, just for two seconds longer and lingered on her wrinkled eyes, behind her desperate poverty and uneducated gaze, you knew you were in the presence of greatness like no other. Thank you black tattered and torn lady, thank you for sharing with me.