Some Days

Some days it’s the hawk.

Some days it’s the eagle,

but every day You are waiting

for me, Lord.

You make me look for You, though.

You are never there on the road,

but sitting just off it.

You are never there by the water,

but sitting there in a tree just above it.

And yet, You are never not there.

And when I find You,

You throw me a look

over Your shoulder as if to say,

What took you so long?