imagining His image

as i amble along

working my way home

from work

i give my Father's nature...

nods and smiles

and thoughts...

i wonder,

if my movements

mock His...

traversing over

sidewalks of slate...

old,

from weathering

and the weight of the world...

blades of grass

and victorious weeds

peeking through cracks

mountains to the tiny?

hills to climb?

i imagine,

that i am to ants

what He is to me...

and that my feet

create shifts

in the atmosphere's heat...

torrential winds...

drips from condensation

from my carbonated libation

a cloud of rain

for the microscopic terrain?

my steps...seismic?

them holding on for dear life

scrambling for cover

as my left foot hovers...

then i get visions

i picture,

God swirling His finger,

like a teaspoon in a cup

and then think on cyclones

[oz or bust]

wading in His water...

tsunamis...hurricanes?

i feel so small,

but so large, in the same...

can you see Him?

kicked back,

relaxing...gazing on the heavens

propped up on His elbows...

did He just make...

craters?

His being's impression

a succession of valleys?

a spilled drink

a river...rapidly streaming?

all the way home...

i gander downward

measuring my steps

casted over "my domain"

and again...

i wonder

and as i become aware,

i suddenly begin to care

and step cautiously

over delicate dusty mounds

low grass where butterflies abound

what looks like clovers

to you and me...

seem like stretches

of forests with tropical trees...

and i nod

and smile

remember my place

as i take

each

gingerly

step

home

with God's grace

i pray

that His stroll across the skies

are as merciful on you and i

and that each motion

of His hand,

is casting favorable weather

onto our land

so...

as i amble along

i praise Him

with my love of

every surrounding thing

i proceed like lives depend on me...

and imagine

the "little ones"

are thanking the Him in me

as i...

imagine His image

{every time i walk home...i think this. i go from watching the ground to watching the sky. i'm so aware of His presence wherever i am...wherever i walk...and i try to remain aware and considerate of everything around me. i can't imagine walking obliviously along without thought to my Maker. it's unthinkable. this poem is part ode, poem, and random thought. i finally obeyed Him and wrote this.}

God bless you...