FAR, you’re near when I see you.

Tangeable.

Not so mysterious.

God, you show me truth. You expose not only that which I see…

But me.

NEAR, down where I seem safe.

I remember the breeze, the view. Those moments stay.

I close my eyes.

I know you, I hold you.

I hope.

HERE, where I fear.

A quiet flower speaks in a low voice:

“Remember”

“Holdfast”

Truth is still among you.

Though you feel no wind, and see less clearly.

“Hold onto me”, I hear…

A voice echoing from near, though far.

But not too far, to reach my ear.