search: seeking sacred traces in our lives

search - seeking sacred traces in our lives - clouds - sky - (C)joylenton @poetryjoy.com

I’ve been on a search. All my life. But I didn’t always know it. It began in childhood, as I reclined on grass, looking upwards, with drifting angels in my eyes. Even floaters took on a spiritual significance in my child heart that ached to be somewhere else.

We have been hardwired to seek after truth, to yearn for beauty beyond ourselves and to want more than this earth can provide. It’s a holy space, a vacuum nothing else can fill. Although we might ignore it, or try to stuff it to the gills with earthly pleasures and desires, it remains. An eternal longing that never quite goes away.

My eyes were finally opened to the heart of God beating within when I was in my late teens. My search for unconditional love, affirmation and acceptance was found in Christ. His love still overwhelms my soul. The miracle is that He seeks us out first.

God’s love also opened my eyes to search more diligently for the living reality of His presence with us, His sacred footsteps in our midst. Because those who seek will find. Those who are thirsty will be satisfied. Our deepest soul ache and emptiness is assuaged and filled by being in relationship with God. 

“Ask, and you will be given what you ask for. Seek, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened. For everyone who asks, receives. Anyone who seeks, finds. If only you will knock, the door will open.” – Matthew 7:7-8 (TLB)

Talking glory

Can it really be that we can see the glory of God?
Is it truly revealed to fallen, sinful us?

What is the glory we can encounter if we believe?
Is it nothing less than the faith in Christ we receive?

Or is there so much more to explore, to experience,
while we live and move and have our ordinary being?

Scripture speaks about God’s glory as his goodness and love,
as seen in his character and revealed in Jesus on earth.

It’s the essence of his all-encompassing presence.
It’s the heartbeat of heaven and a gift that is given.

It’s light immortal, unapproachable, hid from our eyes.
It’s a revelation of holy wonder, unalloyed delight.

It’s waiting to be discovered by human hearts, opening
up to us like the sudden blossoming of desert flowers.

It’s an enigma, indecipherable by our finite minds, making
us search hopefully for answers for the rest of our lives.

It’s a holy response to a human being, a spiritual quest
that leaves us breathless with awe and has no ending.

It’s who God is and how he shines, sparkling in rivers
and through bright sunset rays, full of heat and energy.

It’s a call to action, stirring our souls into liveliness.
It’s a deep revelation of God’s great power and grace.

It’s beyond us to describe, try as we might, because
God keeps most of his glory hidden and out of sight.
© joylenton

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“Jesus said to her, ‘Did I not say to you that if you believe [in Me], you will see the glory of God [the expression of His excellence]?'” – John 11:40 (AMP)

Thankfully, you don’t have to search far to find a fantastic writing community. Come join me as I add my poem to the five-minute-friday writers gathering here to offer their thoughts on the prompt “search”. Where are you seeing the heartbeat of heaven? Do share in the comments below.  🙂

16 thoughts on “search: seeking sacred traces in our lives

    • Yes, it is truly amazing, Lesley. A holy conundrum we can scarcely fathom. I’m so glad God “puts it in our hearts to search for him too”! And when we do, we discover He has been with us all along. Blessings on your weekend! x 💜

    • Hello Sue, you are always welcome here, my friend! Thank you so much for revealing how this site speaks to you. Your presence lifts my heart. I’m grateful you stopped by. I hope to catch up with your words very soon! xo 😊💜

    • Hi Michelle, it’s lovely to hear we have been thinking along the same lines. Thank you for visiting. I will try to get over to your site soon. Have a blessed weekend! 😊🌼

  1. Outside my window, just now, in the glittering sunlit frost coating every twig and trunk and bough.
    Still working on finding God in my floaters . . . 🙂

    • Oh, Laurie, your words sound like the beginning of a poem and reveal an observant mind and heart. You cannot help but be lyrical, my friend! Don’t worry about trying to see God in the floaters, because you already pay close attention to your life and environment. It’s evident in everything you write. Just keep on keeping on… 😉💟

  2. Dear Joy,
    Such beautiful thoughts here, especially this:
    “It’s a holy response to a human being, a spiritual quest
    that leaves us breathless with awe and has no ending.”
    How amazing that He truly does want us, He does search us out and calls us to a breathless quest with His awesome beauty! Oh, and I think we would have been friends when we were young also–I used to love to lay in the grass and watch the cloud shapes. 🙂 Blessings, love, and hugs to you! xo

    • Dear Bettie, it warms my heart to hear you have been blessed here. The story of our “Hound of heaven” relentlessly pursuing us with ardour and zeal never grows old, does it? I think we would have been great childhood friends, just like we are now. I can picture us relaxing on grass, while butterflies flit to and fro, bees buzz and we feel the heat of sun in our bones, like a warm embrace instead of a stab of pain. And we watch the clouds slowly drifting across the sky, as we remark on the scents and sights filling our senses and eyes. One day we will gaze together like that for real, caught up in the joy and freedom of our glorified bodies and souls. Blessings, love and hugs to you too! xo 😊💜

    • God ardently searching for us is the best thing in the world, isn’t it? Apart from the moment we discover it is happening and respond to Him. Have a blessed weekend, my friend! xo 💜

    • Oh that’s beautiful, Andrew! And it is so apt as well. I love how poetry has become your major means of expression. Your sonnets are a delight, my friend, even if they are wrought in the furnace of affliction. Or maybe it’s because they come from such depths of feeling and experience that they sing so sweetly. Blessings of peace to you. 😊

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