Even the sky becomes overburdened sometimes –
from the density of the clouds,
the chaos of lightning,
and the threats of storms to come.
Yet still, she does not succumb to the pressure.
Somehow – no matter how heavy,
the sky continues to be upheld
by the invisible hands of her maker …
a constant reminder that even the weight of galaxies
are not too leaden for God to bear.
So often this world,
contemptuous in its asking,
wonders where He is –
but an easier question might be to ask where He isn’t.
From the vibrant blue petals of a Forget-Me-Not,
to the whispered declarations of the wind,
God is everywhere and always,
Present and yet passed through,
out of focus from the very nearness of His essence.
In turmoil, in pain – He is the quiet voice of recognition
that this virulent world is not the way it was supposed to be.
God is the very sense of HOPE that promises
restoration is only a short distance away …
one breath and a few years from this side of heaven to the next.
Where is God?
In the spirit behind every compassionate word, or soothing thought –
in the quickening beat of the heart attune to wisdom beyond itself –
in the truth that opens a mind, and floods a soul with light beyond our reckoning.
He is in each of us,
in our ability to recognize what is good,
what is pure,
what is true.
But ever the gentleman –
he will wait.
Never forcing himself upon you.
He will stay beside you until you realize that
every life within a life, every breath within a breath,