Glimpses of God

The train

in the early morning light

filled with folk commuting

to work

to school

setting out on business trips

settling back into routine

after a weekend

of who knows what.

Early Monday morning- 

not as busy

as late Saturday night

on the train

and a lot more subdued-

No carriage clowns

attempting to entertain

their travelling companions.

No loud discussions

and banter.

No sharing of food and drink.

I'm not sure they would be welcome

on a Monday morning

when in the half light

there is the quiet rustling of newspapers

the unapologetic application of make up

the low murmur of hoarse voices

even some catching up of sleep-

passengers beginning their week

quietly 

inevitably

perhaps reluctantly

Car headlights punctuate the dark

of the road that runs alongside the rail track

And streetlights illuminate

the frost covered verges between

and I can't help wondering:

Is God more present

in these quiet, tired commuters

Or in the raucous Saturday night passengers?

I think God has harder work to do on a Monday morning

when folks have their heads down

preparing for the week ahead

than in the Saturday night crowd

who are up for a party

and open to something new (or old).

But I also know 

that God is up for both

And God is in both.

Always.