blue is such an evasive color,
like when water looks as blue as life,
and the sky is a depthless sheet
but when you cup some water,
or fly in a plane
it's not blue you can hold.

maybe too, God is this way.
sure, in the “he is always there”
“he is everywhere”
but I mean in the full experience
until our senses fail us.

so why do we not grumble about not holding the sky?
and trust that the water in our hands
is the same as from the lake?
I guess because the work of God
feels more threatening.
but maybe like God,
we enjoy the blue of a lake more in stillness,
than trying to take some for ourselves.