God is a Grandma

God is a grandma, rocking in her chair, sipping her tea.

Humming wisdom, whistling peace.
Enjoying her puzzle, still incomplete.
Eternity laid out, piece by piece. 
She alone knows what shall be.

Nations gather around her warm apple pie.
Mysteries and secrets are shared in each bite.
Mercy and justice are wrinkles around her eyes.
As she smiles, all that was hidden is revealed in the light.

She doesn't reveal to all, just to those who draw near,
So if you quiet your heart and open your ears,
Then in a still, small whisper you may hear,
Her sweet hum of redemption, where all is made whole and all is made clear.