He is

I am but a molecule, a speck of ash that could dissipate

if I were to compare my existence to what little I can imagine of His.

I live in the palm of His hand; I sleep in the crevasses.

When I call upon His name, ever so silent in my prayers,

whispers of His sweet breath rouse and awaken my spirit.

He’s the oxygen to my lungs, my lifeline; I am marked by His blood.

A refreshing aroma, like salt in the air around the oceans,

His very essence envelops me in peace and inspires my days.

He’s gracious and patient, much like the stillness of lake water at dawn.

Still, steadfast in His ways, rapid are His waves of honesty,

but elegant are the tides of mercy that rise, allowing iniquities to be washed away.

He’s the quiet in the cold, a blanket of snow that covers my anxieties.

My hopes and my needs are His concern; they’re engraved in His thoughts.

His name is branded, like a crest that’s sealed upon my heart.

I know Him to be a part of everything in my life. Wherever I have traveled, there He is.

I have found His hand steady, the backbone to my life, the light to my feet.

He’s Mighty, and I am like a tree, rooted in His safety.

He looks upon Earth from beyond the stars, yet, in His eyes, my existence is amplified.

He crafted my existence. He’s my secret keeper, my counselor.

He makes the sunshine for my days and the moon to echo a soft glow at night.

My thoughts resonate in His ears, my tears gathered and touched by Him.

My flesh cannot fathom or contain the majesty of His existence,

I am chosen to dwell within His mercies and rest upon His grace.

He is honored to have my friendship; He loves that I choose Him.

He’s the music that radiates in my ears. I like Him loud enough for others to hear.

He’s the rock anthem of my rebellious spirit, a sometimes-broken hallelujah.

He’s the raspy voice of a bluesy song, one that speaks to my soul.

He’s the vibration of cymbals, the beating of drums,

the hum of energy in the air, a rhythm for my heart to follow.

-AB-