As dark clouds gather,
we search for God’s will
like hidden treasure
hunting for that all-important
X that marks the spot.
Yet, the Ancient of Days
is both mystery and open secret.
Forgetting that we whip out our
intellectual metal detectors and
hit the metaphorical beaches
listening for the beeps that tell us
where we should sink our shovels
to dig for Truth, or whatever promise it is
we really want.
We likewise go to Scripture
magnifying glass in hand
desperate for some special decoder
or that universal translator
we’ve seen on Star Trek
that can convert our tears
to language El Shaddai can hear.
But the one we serve is multilingual
and fairly plainspoken
even writing on walls
when necessary. Granted
we don’t always embrace
his point of view.
Nevertheless, you must admit
the Father has a habit of posting
unobstructed signs
along the paths he has chosen
and painting
color-drenched pictures
across the clear or clouded sky
like those rainbow reminders
he set for himself, and for us
of the permanent covenant
between the Lord of Heaven
and man, and creature
a covenant of mercy
written in his own
indelible blood.
Genesis 9:8–17