Smiling Grace

Morning
and morning
and morning again...
a day
a week
a month or more
ever
and ever
I find myself turning to You.
No other one can hear me
in my time of need,
but Your ears alone
pick up the slightest sigh.
You care enough
to know not only what I think,
but what I believe
what I cherish
what makes me cry
my shame
my love
my hope
my dreams
and how I change from day to day...
and still...
You do not have to change.
Alone today
in all my thought
Not a person left to share with
good news
or otherwise...
On my own two legs I stand in here
separated by a building
and a cubicle
and a desk
and squares and squares forever
between living and breathing
face to face
encounters
with people.

But in all my separation
I am never alone
for You are with me...
closer than my pulse
nearer than my own skin
more sure than my next breath
in You I find complete unmeasured wholeness
everything I have ever needed
or will ever need
or didn't even know I might need
...and all the rest of the world
does not matter
when You are there.
Every other voice
echoing in my thoughts
fades into silence
and I am filled with
nothing
but You

You speak to me in skies above
in the ground below
and everything in-between
Newly hatching ladybugs
crawling along the curb
to find a surface warm and safe...
Then as I walk past
tiny red flying jewels
swirl around me
trying out new wings
thrilled to be alive
and exactly what You
have made them to be.

Grass below is bursting with blooms
yellows, purples, bright reds
miniature white blossoms
signs of your heavenly array
wherever my eyes from in the bright colors.
Even the trees cannot help
but burst forth into green hymn of praise,
every leaf filled with life
reaching skyward toward Heaven above
each branch eagerly stretching
to try and touch the Creator

Branches are blessed with feathered throngs
who work the day long building a haven
for tomorrows winged hosts
of chirping, singing merrymakers
Flitting here and there
carrying a bit of fluff or grass
or carefully picked branch
with which to build a place
to raise tomorrow's dream

I watch them fly
and smile
they look so free
I almost envy how easily they move about
from here to there
much faster than my two feet
and yet I know
my real freedom
is not tied to feet
nor wings
nor any manner of moving around
beyond my heart,
for You have given the ability
to know and believe
without seeing
tasting
touching
smelling
or hearing an audible noise
I only need imagine
and in that,
I smile again