We long for the thin places
where heaven grazes earth,
we search for those moments
when your spirit is most tangible,
and because we have felt you
in the words etched upon a page
or we have heard you
in the movement of a symphony,
or we have seen you
in the brushstrokes on a canvas;
Because we have found you there
we have cluttered our lives with these noises,
drowning in the clamour of our expectation,
looking for the next hit to satiate out hearts.
We are lost in a one way conversation
with you, waiting for an opening to speak.
But you are already near to us
like treasure right beneath our feet.
You are already inside of us,
the life in every breath we take.
You are already with us,
the whisper among the chaos,
the quiet among the storm.
Here in the stillness.
Here in the calm.
Here.