touching the unseen
you seem so far away from me today.
just out of reach.
or maybe i’m the one who’s out of reach.
out of touch.
what it is in me that makes you so hard to see?
i need new eyes, spiritual eyeballs that look past
the bills that need paying
and the car that needs fixing
and the e-mails that keep coming
to see what lies beyond.
eyes that can see in the dark.
and through the dark
i’ve been looking
in the wrong place all this time—
in myself rather than in you,
within this world rather than
beyond it where the kingdom
of God resides, where you live,
and secretly smile at my shortsightedness—
i’m glad you’re so patient.
—from Story: Recapture the Mystery by Steven James