LOOKING FOR GOD

I want to climb a mountain
    perhaps the higher I am
    the closer I can get to God.
So I climbed the mountain
    reached the top
    took in the view
    felt on top of the world
But
    He was not there.

Sitting on the shore
    watching the tides come in, go out
    I thought I’d find Him here.
Breathing in the salt air
    I felt so small compared
    to the vastness of the ocean
Where does the sky and sea meet?
    The distance felt too great.

The meadow so peaceful and quiet
    green grasses swaying in the breezes
    I lay down upon its blanket
    watching the clouds pass through the blue.
Surely He is here
    among the flowers, vibrant and fair
    the birds chirping, bees buzzing
The quiet is too quiet
    it is lonely here.

Sitting on the brown colored carpet
    the walls come caving in
    I’ve searched the world to find Him
    He’s not in any of it.
My head bows low, tears begin
    I speak His name, softly, then again
    somewhere in those moments
    a stirring awakens within
My heart fills with emotion
    as I hear Him
        speak my name.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©7, May 2013