Sight Unseen, Yet Everywhere

Sight unseen and yet everywhere.
If I cannot see it, is it not there?
So often my eyes are not able to see
the Presence that dances and swirls around me.
Is it Love that fans the flame in my heart?
From where did it come? When did it start?
Why are there days when I feel so alone,
my heart is heavy, the weight of a stone.

Sight unseen and yet everywhere.
The Mystery moves on a longing prayer,
hands raised to God, my desperate plea.
It’s then I sense something close to me
like a warm wool blanket on a cold winter night.
I am held by arms beyond human sight.
A new heart beats within my chest,
courage, like a shield, confronts the test.

Like a child who sits on her mother’s lap,
curls up, contented, for an afternoon nap,
I trust in that which I cannot see
for at times it is so real to me.
So real that I could touch and feel
the hand in mind, love now revealed
in the sweet taste of life, Spirit air.
It takes eyes of the heart to see God everywhere.