It is to see Him in Nature like a painting
Reminders of its Creator
In the Church where a thousand lives
Led, tossed, guided, confronted and elevated
Some, not, but His force and power at work
In and through the fledgling beliefs
Faith of his people
Visible yet only to those who dare look
In New Zealand for 2 months or more
A power impaling me and staying my course
Enabling a vista into a Soul, into a person,
Into a realm beyond the ritual and the social
The wagering of conscience that brings people
To Church: the serenity of the place, the devotion
Of the few and the commitment of the many
A church that suffered ravages of war and Covid
The faith, like the dawn and the sunset
Of the land, one can see it face to face.
The eyes opened to see the power at play.
As if this day, this week, this month
Arrayed in a wager, to choose;
Find Him on the way, being led
Back from running away
In search, yet knowing Him everywhere,
Being beckoned to pitch the tent
Where?