Psalm 46:1 The Message
I know He will be there when I seek Him.
I can climb up into the oak tree, hug its branches,
the rustling leaves do not screen out His call.
He meets me on the highest limb.
A game, under the blooming lilacs
He scents me out with an inhalation of love.
He hides in plain sight, the squirrels
play tag under His feet.
I pretend I do not see Him.
Part the daisies, pick up a rock,
chase a juvenile robin round the juniper
— There He is.
He picks up my heart, tenderly feels its pulse
— like the folding, unfolding of a butterfly’s wings,
cups His hands around it, keeps it close to His.
I am safe centered in Him, hidden in His palm.
c.Darlene Moore Berg