Seen and Unseen

Whether or not
You are Alive
is no question for me;
not due to any
theological certainty,
but because of
The Way
I feel You move.

Not something
I need to prove,
for You tell
Your Own Story
so beautifully
in every flower,
in every tree,
in the caress of wind,
and every drop of
sweet spring rain
that kisses me.

Whether on the shore
of a Holy Isle
or in my humble bed;
Greater than any
mere thought in my head;
You remind me of
Your Residence in my soul;
and the Preeminence of Your Love
over all that is Seen and Unseen.