I thought I had found my god in you—
That it was your hands that held my comfort,
and that it was your encompassing embrace that sustained my solace.
I believed it was your touch that would bring about my peace,
and your presence that could make me realize my purpose once more.
But, it seems that I was wrong—
a god would not leave me hanging.
So now, I have to find it again,
the god I believed was you.
I must now realize it is within my own experience.
I see it in the sky, expansive and open,
in the sun that lights up the corners of a cloud,
and in the ocean,
as the tiny diamonds of light that dance on the waves.
I know it when the crisp air kisses my cheeks and makes them rosy;
I know it in the silence that surrounds me like a warm cocoon.
I hear it too—
a sweet noise, sometimes chiming,
Echoing from some far-off cavern wall…
“You are loved. You are loved. Oh, you are loved.”
So I have re-found my god,
and it is everywhere.
The eagle who swooped above me today whispered she was it.
The wind that blew my hair into my eyes, out on a cliff top,
told me he was my beloved too.
The ocean that nibbled at my toes this morning spoke, “I am it.”
And later tonight, when I sit watching the golden light setting over a mountain top,
I know my god will be here too.
As my heartbeat quickens in my chest,
I feel it—
this absolute grace that has always been
This is a god I can no longer lose.
I thought it was in you,
but it’s not.
My god is in everything.
Author: Sarah Norrad
Image: Unsplash/Josh Felise
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina