You are like a parable, God, and
You are like a riddle.
You are like a mystery, and
You are like a punch-line.
You are known & unknown,
You are on display, yet hidden.
You encompass and envelope me.
You, Spirit, have embedded yourself in me.
You give me freedom to rest in you, and the joys of being hidden in you. Paradoxically,
You hide in me and offer me right standing & breath.
You are distant & near,
You are far off & present.
You are transcendent & immanent.
You are waiting & drawing near. God,
You are like a parable, and I'm trying to understand