Fathom

I can fathom God's unseen hand in the now-invisible past,

Or even feel it (though I always expect each thing I feel to be the last),

and occasionally I sense his presence in a moment yet to come,

In shaping or just being near the deeds that will be done,

and such encounters are enough to strike with awe those unprepared,

But most meaningful to meet with God is not when you're not there.

I can't live in pasts or futures; I cannot fathom why or how.

I like it best when God's where I am – wholly both relaxed and now.