Evening light in the trees and the smell of the woods
and the sound of water. Driving back on a dusty gravel road
and just wanting to be home with Barb and I feel this quiet,
steady sense of God’s presence, as if God is like the light
and like the feel of the air and that I can turn my head
and miss Him entirely, jump tracks and not feel Him,
but that I can turn back and there He is, all around me,
everywhere. No need to fantasize. To imagine myself
anywhere else. I am just on this gravel road, driving back
in the evening light, through the trees, along a stream.
I don’t know where I’m going except that I’m going home.