Spiritual Mythos

You asked me, once

What it was

That made me feel

The presence of God

For you, you said 

It was the wind

And the stars above

Magnificent

As for me, 

I find it's when

I see a glimpse

Of His great plan

Or a sliver of perfection

Tiny miracles

Forging connections

A revelation

In my mind

Of symbolism

In real life

An overwhelming

Joy and peace

At details that

Create a personality

This moment was 

Meant to be

I feel it from

My head to feet

Reverberating

Through my body

Despite the pain of

A throbbing wound

I'm overjoyed when

Something bad

Brings something good

When something seems 

Impossible

That's when I see Him the most

The world is intricate,

Much like a clock

Many yarns wind

In between 

People and places

Temptations and dreams

Now and again

I see the proof

That He's the one

Who weaves the string

And is the force that makes

Every gear move