Walking on the Surface of Things

Walking on the Surface of Things

Rain drops clung like fireflies in the great web of life,
until they fell like little balls of light.

Without awareness of beginning and ending,
   it wasn’t the clouds,
   it was the light that moistened the ground.

In the storm with no discernible border between sky and earth,
   we needed gravity to tell our feet that we walk
   on the surface of things.

But not You.
   You are air and cloud;
   You penetrate and soak;
   You are earth and rock;
   Your depth upholds us;
   You create underground currents,
   and coax manifold eruptions of life seen and unseen.

While we walk on the surface of things,
We listen for You
   to whisper life into being
   or yell thunder into storm 
   or speak wisdom into fools.

While we watch rain drops fall like balls of light,
You pierce and puncture to enliven the earth;
Who can know where you begin or end?

“The wind blows wherever it pleases.
You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”

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