Can you see the divine?
In the smell of approaching rain,
That inimitable scent,
Sulfur and iron blending in the wind.
In the feel of paper,
The jagged, indented bark of a tree,
A dry leaf exposing white veins.
In the colors of the spectrum,
Red, yellow, blue, and green,
Reflecting off your dog’s hair.
In diamonds dancing,
Day and night,
On the ocean’s surface.
In the minutiae, in the grand,
In the process, in the outcome,
In dedication and devotion.
In the mundane,
The circular motion washing dishes,
The back and forth vacuuming,
The lines folding laundry.
In the dark,
In deafening silence,
In the invisible and imperceptible,
In the unknown and unknowable.
In emptiness, absence and space,
We are amongst atoms of divinity,
Moving, immersed in an ocean,
Bathed in the divine.
In jubilation and joy,
Can you see it?