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.
“In things of beauty, he contemplated the One who is supremely beautiful, and, led by the footprints he found in creatures, he followed the Beloved everywhere." -St. Bonaventure
I can't hear God when I pray. Thankfully, I don't have to. One step at a time.