I swing quietly in the hammock and listen to the leaves fall from the trees. Some of the leaves hit my head, my arms, my feet. The wind carries a few of them over the fence. And for a moment nothing moves—not the wind or leaves. Not even a dog barks. The ocean, three blocks away, is also quiet.
The stillness is thick with energy, with a feeling of God. God moving around me and the trees, overhead, beneath, on all sides. A force unseen but intuited. And I wonder, why is it that such a grand force as God prefers to remain unseen? Why is God so inconspicuous, so subtle, so humble?
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