Grappling With Divinity

Looking for God
I gaze out at the forest
it is still
and yet it is not
it is quiet
and yet it is not
the forest moves
and breathes
it sings
whispers
and cries
I am in it
and yet we are apart
just as He is in me
and yet we are apart
moving
breathing
singing
whispering
and crying
together and apart

~Robert Van Valkenburgh