The Flying Geese

I was out burning trash when I heard them.  Dark was settling over the farm.  Low clouds were hanging all over the place  Whereas, yesterday was filled with bright sunshine, today was mostly gray and everything seemed to exist in some in between land.  I was making my last poke in the dying fire when I heard that distinctive sound of a flock of Canadian geese flying over.  They were loud and rambunctious.  In my mind's eye I could visualize how they looked up above, but with the eyes of birth I could not see them.  They were invisible.  I knew they were there, but I could not see them.    

As I left the fire, I could not help but say, "Lord, You are like those geese."  Invisible, but here.  Just beyond the edge of sight.  The One who cannot be seen is known very well.  Even as I know the signs that tell me geese are overhead, so do I know the signs which speak of God's presence.  An ever present sign of His presence is the creation which is more a part of the farm than anything else that I have put here.  As I wander about I see church steeples, witness acts of sacrificial giving, and have an opportunity to share in moments of giving and receiving acts of kindness.     

All around us are signs of holy presence.  He is invisible to us; yet, there is a sense in which He is always present with us.  He is constantly speaking to us and making Himself known to us.  He remains invisible, but no one with eyes to see and ears to hear doubts the reality of His presence in our midst.  We are grateful for the Invisible One who lives and dwells among us.