I always return
to see how God has been coming through me.
Here, He is a dream of arrows;
there, He is the slingshot and the giant.
I am always waiting for the one to come
with the ring:
the reminder of why I've been sitting so long,
the reassurance that we will be reunited.
His Name is the thing that makes rocks float.
He says it isn't His power, we are the magicians
traveling His galaxies.
He watches in awe while we pray
and learn to walk across the water.
(c) Margaret James