life is but a journey of finding God,
or rather, realizing where he’s always been.
his exhale billows from the morning mountain crags.
his breath suspends the sky-slicing falcon.
the oceans bellow fury and whisper shalom,
both revealing a glimmer of who this Maker is.
the oak ancestor retells the history to the shed heir,
a story of protracted patience yet faithful fertileness.
the lone pine isn’t ashamed to rise and to rave;
the stones are only silent that you might not be.
God is not hiding; you are only blind.
the spotlight is on; lose the blindfold.
feel his harmonies in the song of dawn.
see the dusk as the God-smile it is.
seek the one who drizzles the virgin dew
find the stamper of stars in the ink skies.
breath is meant to be breathed; life, to be lived.
the road awaits your feet. the skies await your gaze.
i dare you to look. i dare you to live.
he longs to be found.