• Gary Hunter

The Stacked Hay insight - May 27, 2021

what I didn’t know then

while I was searching for God

was that He parades around in plain sight

in every inch of endless road

and empty room

in every person and moment


not the needle in a haystack

but the stacked hay itself


I could see

the wind as His sigh

the sun His eyes

the earth His lap

and those billion voices

His hopes and fears

for this world

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