In Presence...

In presence often when I'm outside, 

I find the trees, 

the leaves the flowers the grass wanting to be seen in my eye; 

they want to be seen by me. 

It's the most incredible feeling. 

It mirrors my soul that wants so much to be seen by God,  

and to be seen by others. 

Not as the clumsy machine that fumbles and does stupid things, 

but the real me.

~J

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