Eyes that can’t see.
Ears that can’t hear.
These are the frustrations
Of a God who draws near-
I think He speaks
In what we see as incidence,
Repeating patterns,
Symmetry, coincidence-
His language permeates all,
Every moving mite of matter:
Light, sound, the fluidity of time
Is His divine chatter.
Father, give me eyes to see,
Ears to hear,
To step where You step,
To stay ever near.
viewingcamelot 
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