Sometimes we get so caught up in our search for the Divine that we overlook the obvious. We buy into and adopt the persona of Seeker and overlook the reality of Found.
I looked for God, I looked for God, I looked for God? Don’t know about you, but I found God.
I see God every day – in the eyes of the person across from me. In the pinecones reaching down to brush my face as I walk to the car in the early morning light. In the rush of life along the highway: Live, live, live, pulse throbbing through car exhaust. In the rust that threatens, reminds of tightening, what happens when too little movement and too much water set in those areas of metal in our lives. I hear God in the sound of waves and in the sound of the wave maker. I taste God in the crispness of the air and the bite of dandelion greens. I touch God, hugs given and received – “He is not here, he is risen.”
Stop looking in the graveyard. That time is past. Find the needle where you lost it. In the sunrise, in the sunset. On the playground, on the swingset, playing hopscotch up the tree of life.
Didn’t you know?
In joy, in pain, in sorrow. In laughter, in lightness, in love.
It’s all there, just waiting for me to open my eyes and finally, finally, finally see.
© 2015 Front Porch Rambles, Mary Batson
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