“That Thing In The Air”

Ok so, I’ve been up all night. Due to my health I got too much sleep yesterday so, I never went to bed last night. Most days that end up like have me feeling worse than the previous. I was sitting on the couch for a couple of hours being a bum and then I looked outside. I knew the day would start soon and something in me knew I needed to go walking this morning. I’ve told myself on several of these occasions that I would do just that. I’d never carried it out. But this morning, something was different. After having such a bad day health-wise yesterday, I think God knew I needed this morning to begin differently. I grabbed my iPod, my keys, a hoodie..and I stepped out the front door, having no idea what I was in for.
The following the a poem I wrote directly after return from my long walk. It is everything I experienced and yet no even close to all God showed me..
 
That Thing In The Air      
3-27-09
I open the door and there it is,
the cool air.
A chill hits me,
from head to toe.
But it isn’t cold.
There’s something different
this morning.
There’s something in that cool air.
What is it?
I would have noticed,
had it been there
before.
Or would I?
I leave the house;
step onto the road.
As I take each step,
it’s presence overwhelms me.
But what is it?
Music plays in my ears.
But still all I can hear,
is that familiar something.
It isn’t audible.
Still, it’s there.
It’s in the air.
Step by step,
I glance above.
I see the trees,
colored in
what?
What is it?
I leave one road.
Onto another.
I look up.
I look down.
I see the color.
I pass a school,
no children play.
It’s early.
The sounds ring of morning,
But the sun says “No.”
I make it to a park and there,
in front of my stare,
A chair.
Drops of the morning,
leave parts damp.
Still, I stop.
I feel compelled to stay.
I close my eyes.
It’s there.
It’s all around.
It’s in the air.
The music leaves my ears,
and still I hear
something louder than
the sound of morning.
I glance my eyes above again,
my sight caught by flight
of feathered friend.
What is it?
It touches my face.
I can feel it.
My cheek is cold;
still I’m warm.
I see the breeze of trees,
as it passes from one to another.
The wind seems to awake each,
With the wave of morning.
I close my eyes again,
and listen.
I’m the only one here.
In the distance I hear,
the sounds of city.
But this thing,
it plays louder.
What is it?
I get up again.
The search didn’t end.
I pass a quiet field of sports and play,
And I hear the young voices of a warm day.
The path beneath my feet curves;
I follow.
I see more trees,
some hollow.
The floor beneath covered in green,
the ivy spreads from ground to tree.
Plants and flowers spring forth
from it’s tight grip.
They seem to be dripping in,
the color,
of the thing I seek.
The sides of path are bordered
with the life old and new.
It’s playing louder.
What is it?
I reach out and touch the bark
of moss covered structure.
It’s texture,
speaks of what I search.
Creatures of this park seem to be in numbers,
not scared away by the normal crowd of later day.
I come upon a shelter surrounded.
Trees blossomed on each side.
Petals fallen,
ground covered,
It plays louder here.
What is it that graces the air?
I stop for a moment to take it in.
The more I draw with each breath,
The more I seem to expect.
I press on.
As I cross a bridge,
I close my eyes
let my hands
guide
along the wooden rail.
It’s texture,
It’s dampened feel
speaks of what I search for.
But what is it?
The path moves on
and I follow.
It starts to come to an end.
As I head back,
my hands reach out.
I touch the new bud of a small tree branch.
I feel the leaves high above me.
A flower in my palm,
blows away with the breeze of trees.
My fingers run along brick and stone.
Surface after surface speaks
of what I search.
I look up,
I look down,
I see color after color around.
They shout of something.
What is it?
I’m almost home
and then it hits me.
Is it “Spring”?
No.
An insufficient name for what this is.
The sights.
The sounds.
The colors from sky to ground.
The breeze of trees,
It’s something so much more
than Spring.
I took a walk
Began my day
in search
as morning came.
The experiences of it all and more;
He was there.
He was was that thing
in the air.