Something Great.

i sometimes have this sense that You are up to something great

something majestic and grand and epic.

but when i look for You i only see 

little things

around me - things not worthy of celebration or sometimes even notice.

small things here, bear Your print

mark Your presence

whisper, "I was here".

and then, in Your majestic and grand and epic way of love

You sweep me back into Yourself and 

show me the big thing you are doing.

made of all the little things

I see Your

something great.