The Shadow Of The Buddha

I have a Buddha statue on my windowsill, that when the morning sun shines in casts its shadow upon the wooden floor in front of me. Its image is beautiful, serene, as I breathe deeply and receive peace from it.

When the sunshine is dimmed by a passing cloud, the image of the Buddha fades, but I know the statue remains, strong and real.

Much like the living Buddha who once cast his shadow on the Earth, we know he is still there in all his realness. Even though we can't see his image in front of us, we know he is there.
As is Jesus.
As are we.

God's shadows are everywhere.