Sometimes I notice You
only after You have gone,
in memories of peace washing over me.
Other times I recognize Your words
as they drip from my pen onto paper,
and know You are nearer than near.
Then there are the times
when the depths of my soul
sing out like the birds before dawn,
“He is near!
He is here!
He is communed in my heart!”
And those are the times,
the glimpses,
the sparks,
the beams that light my way –
every single moment of the night
and
every single moment of the day.