Sometimes

Sometimes peace flows like a river.

Sometimes he drops in one tiny sprinkle at a time.

Sometimes he comes in from left field.

Sometimes he wanders just beyond my grasp.

Sometimes he escapes with no scent of the current location.

Sometimes light and flighty

Sometimes deep.

What choice made Him flee?

What invites His return?

Will I notice His presence?

Will I be thankful?
Will I speak of it?

“Because of God’s tender mercy,
the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and to guide us to the path of peace.” 

Dr. Luke – first century (NLT)