sometimes god comes to me as a breeze
gently blowing away my thoughts
my plans, my worries
reminding me of the shore

sometimes god comes to me as the water
cold, surrounding
powerful
waking me up
making me feel alive

sometimes god comes to me as a white-hot iron ball
that i can't let go of

sometimes god comes to me as the ground beneath my feet
and the green grass i can lie down on
run my fingers through
and feel at home
as i look up at the sky

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