The God who wants to be found is not hiding.
Always right in front of us, in a neighbor.
In the wonder of the stars of night.
In the smile and love of a child holding tight.
Always before, sometimes behind, but only to catch.
Never to shame or blame, never to hide away.
The intention of taking note sometimes alludes us.
We can feel very far from reach and far from love.
It is our own drifting, yet we will wander back again.
Look, deep, deeper still, there is God once again.
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