God is closer to you
than your own
breath.
This mode of thought,
this brilliant life,
this strange delight,
this peculiar dream,
this healing voice,
the caress of a lover,
the cure of all,
the Boat of Garten,
the flight of gulls,
the bed of the stream beneath clear water,
the effervescing edges of snow melt.
These are the windows and the doors and the presence
of the majesty of God.
So go to the thin places and soak.
Fall to your knees amongst the green.
And be gathered up.