A boy of tender years asks, one day, to his father, “can I see God?”
“No,” says the father.
The boy sheds tears. He feels lonely. He goes out and wanders in the woods. He watches the birds building their nests. He gazes at the trees. He looks up through the branches still longing to see God. Days pass by. Summer comes again. And he meets an old, illiterate man. The boy becomes his friend.
One day, the father of the boy asks him: “How are you spending your time?” The boy says, Father! I have found a friend in an old man. He is not a man of books. He is simple and quiet. He eats little. Last evening, he took me in his boat. The sun was setting. He gazed at the setting sun and his eyes were touched with tears”.
“And then?” asks the father.
The boy says, “Father! Then I went nigh to the old man. He was silent, gazing at the setting sun. And I went yet nearer. And I touched his arm and said to him, “I would not ask anybody else the question I ask of you again.”
“And then?” asks the father.
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