Believing In the Unseen
Divinity—like air
you can't see it—but you know it's there
can’t touch it—it's there— but where?
how can you believe in what you— can-not —see?
if you can't see it—how can it be?
Where is it!?
to believe it—do you need to see it?
But why?
we cannot see the air we breathe—but we know it's there
not only just there—everywhere—
and with certainty we know this...
Although we can't touch it—much like an abyss
if we reach out to grab a hand full—
it'll slip through and around our fingers—
leaving what appears to be an empty fist...
This invisible gift—so much needed!
infinite!— immeasurable!
but yet—doesn't take up space—
and with every inhaled breath—
goes to the designated place
as we breath in and out—
we have no doubt in our mind...
And that goes for our creator too
His works are not always seen—
but always right on time...
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