Maybe, sometimes, face down in the dirt is the best perspective I can get
I find myself, again, hemmed in by even the tiny foothills of the great and daunting mountains, which rise higher the longer I look at them
But yet, with You, who hold the very universe in the palm of Your hand
Sometimes there are tears or complaints.
But the truth is, I’m all out of words and attempts to find an answer.
Instead, I bring You silence, and emptiness.
In silent humility, face to the earth, You resolve form in the darkness
Love and Life itself
Closer than my breath, and big enough to hold every thing that exists
And when I open my eyes, I find us soaring, so far above the tiny landscape below…