The God who sees

Did you think you were really too hard to find?
Sitting in the solitude of a noisy crowded mind,
Full of fragments of dreams, heaped up on dreams,
And nightmares dark with echoing screams.
Where shattered hope lies in jagged shards,
And everything tumbling like a house of cards.

The penetrating sun now burning through the leaves,
Wilting, drying, dying with still nothing achieved
And fruit that once was ripe and firm and deep
Shrinking fast in the relentless noonday heat.
"Arise, Nathanael, Come follow Me
For I see you clearly beneath the fig tree."

This poem was a finalist in the November 2025 poetry contest