I Couldn't See But
by Vanessa Raney

I say trust in God
God as the mountain
that I pass each
day sometimes cast in
cosmic pink the deep
red tones or purple,
mostly solid though


can a thing invisible
be made visible?
the day I
anticipated the mountain
I couldn’t see
but I willed into being
a faint trace
followed its
outline and as the clouds
shifted I saw
something of the mountain
enough to believe


but God is visible
in the everyday things
we move so fast
we forget to anticipate
what looks intangible
is really, substantial


Two days later
the mountain returned;
if we stop
anticipating and
will the shape
of things already here
we could see clearly.


So I trust.