Falling Water

EAs the fall of water is cloaked in its own mist, so You hide Yourself in plain sight. We hear the roar of Your presence, but think it only a passing bus or roll of distant thunder. You exhibit Yourself in animate and inanimate, but we trample You underfoot, unaware. You shine in our darkness, but we comprehend You not. The mist of your presence drenches us; to us it is only rain. You are here and now, then and there, in all of our yesterdays and tomorrows; we see only the dust and drudge of the ordinary. Oh Lord, open our eyes that we may comprehend that we can look, touch, hear, smell no place or experience that you are not—for in You we live and move and have our existence. 11/27/13