For That Which Must Be Tried
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. (Hebrews 11:1)
Reaching for the invisible God,
I come with arms open wide, with eyes
searching for a heart like His,
my whole being in the now,
until every cell vibrates in waiting
for the whisper of the Spirit
or the gift of that chance moment
to be the face of love unending
for another searcher, to one who needs
God’s touch to believe.
Listening for God and hearing
only my voice, I pray for His echo,
commit His words to memory
as truth, as the hope
that keeps all faith alive.
The more I reach for God, the less
I bind myself to what glitters,
to what will make me put myself
above everything, speak harsh words,
view the world down the length of my nose.
Reaching for the invisible God
is what peace feels like, a calm
washing over my insides,
like a fuzzy blanket on a long winter’s night.
Ramona Levacy
April 17, 2013
(Thanks to Philip Yancey’s title, Reaching for the Invisible God, for giving me my opening line for this poem.)
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