Thou Art Present

In the darkest of hours
In the brightest of days
When all is said and done
And more, much more, remains.

Thou art present.
In ways that confound and befuddle
That comfort and confirm
Hovering over the darkened waters. 

Thou art present.
In the first breath of the new
Water, darkness, a restless sea
Beating wings beating life.

Thou art present.
I know not how.
Nor can I always perceive.
Or discern thy hand.

Thou art present.
For the ages … long before my kind showed up
Long before Eden’s wonder
Before snake and fruit and hate and hurt.

Thou art present.
I know not how.
But I cannot escape the suspicion
Of your grace.

Thou art present.
In life and in death.
In seasons of joy, and in the bitter winters of our discontent
When darkness sweeps away the light.

Thou art present.
And that is enough
More than enough
To steady the soul and strengthen the hand.

Thou art present.