When I am in the forest
and a gentle breeze
blows through the trees
I know that the Spirit of the Lord
is near.
Now,
you could explain to me
that's not how meteorology works,
you could lay out the data
on air pressure,
and temperature.
You could lock God
out of the universe
and throw away the key.
Believe me, I know,
cynicism has its tendrils
wrapped around my heart.
But I'm telling you
when the wind blows through,
I know within my bones
that the Presence draws near
and knows my secret name.
I really appreciate this. Sometimes I feel like everything I write and perceive is suspect because it's "unscholarly." (This is a real fear as I enter the first week of a new DMin program.) But I really know it isn't. My relationship with and experiences of God are real.
Love this ✨❤️