the highway

snapshot
captures an image of a second
can mean so much or so little
laughing children in the sand
rain clouds blanketing the sky
a blur of something

on day
just a moment in time
a moment in one persons life
one of the millions
can matter so much
be forgotten so easily
how can one moment matter so much in history
when at the same time thousands are about their business of nothing
typing, reading, teaching, laughing, gossiping, running, sleeping
joy, pain, hurt, terror, bliss, satisfaction, reactions
passing, or lasting
how can one person change?
how can one person change the world?
or even just their bad habits
so small
driving on the highway
surrounded by thousands of strangers
all with lives and hopes, dreams, and failures
look up at the sky and see
see the beauty, majesty, crisp cleanness and otherworldliness
and just think
those clouds were created
just like you and every other driver on that highway
with lives and stories and family
and God, the creator knew you
knew you'd be looking at that little patch of sky
and wondering
and he made that little patch of sky with you in mind
even if none of the other thousand sees
you will and inhale awe

such is a moment in time
passing, yes
glorious and meaningful
even if your heart is broken with tears streaming
you can look out and know
know that he who created those clouds and those wonderous trees
he is close and he is real
he's your dad and your big brother
who's proud of you and proud that you saw his little bit of sky he made for you
his arms around your shoulders
mouth near you ear
whispering
you may notice the words
maybe just the breath
you may not even sense past the tears
but he'll be there
wrapped around you
forever
delighting in you
and giving you little presents
like watching a dump truck squish a traffic cone
or a little girl being picked up by someone in a kilt
or just the words to a really good song

he'll share your tears and wipe your cheek
rub your heart and whisper in your ear
but once you can see past the tears
riding on the highway
see the sweet nothings
the gifts of God
the comfort of a wonderous king
your king