well, maybe you don’t see it,
or feel it…
when the sun rises,
when the clouds move,
that sweet smell of the rain…
of warm, fresh laundry,
that chill when the breeze rushes through you.
I feel it all around me,
every day.
I let it embrace me,
overwhelm me.
I let it own me,
and I revel in it.
I live in the light and love of it…
it makes the hairs on your neck stand up,
tears well in your eyes,
& sends tingles down your spine.
it’s all so simple, but that…
That’s the Glory of God.
Onward 