You can't hear a footprint.
A mossy indentation in the earth
leaves no sound
yet you know something passed by

You can't hear a footprint
yet I see them all around
I can't grasp the entirety of You through the sole
but Your enormity is evident

You can't hear a footprint
yet I hear the leaves crunch
as legions of squirrels run for cover
The trees rustling
with every whispered breeze
The screech of robins-
two, three, four-
squared off with every other creature
battling for dominion

You can't hear a footprint
but I'll follow the ones I can find
in hopes of reaching You
wherever You've led me
I can't hold Your hand
yet I take comfort in letting my foot
fall where Yours once tread

You can't hear a footprint
but maybe I'll hear You
someday.