I discover the divine
In moments
Of connection
With all that is
I begin to wonder
If the divine
Is in the moment observed
Or is divinity
Created by the act
Of observing
I discover the divine
In moments
Of connection
With all that is
I begin to wonder
If the divine
Is in the moment observed
Or is divinity
Created by the act
Of observing
I come for the storms
To be confronted
By nature
At her extremes
To remind myself
Of things much more
Than my self
In my calm lagoon
Of self import
I am touched
By what others
Might call God
Though I admit
To no more knowledge
Than such is divine
With I
In my little i
Of the storm
That is existence
I discover the divine
Through smoke haze
Muted tones
And hidden features
Seek the clarity
Beneath the murk
Colourless moments
Can be vivid
I remind myself
Create the divine
From the apparent
Mundane
Overwhelmed
As they are
By the inexplicable
So I settle in
Allow the divine
To speak for itself
Formidable
Majestic
A divine grace
Nonetheless
Ultimately
Terrifying
It was dismal grey and a little rainy when I left home, bound for the ferry terminal. A promising start.
There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her
Grandiose nature
Makes me feel
Very, very
Small
I discover anew
The creativity of humanity
As we strive for the divine