Not just in churches and mosques,
where people gather to seek and confess,
where hearts come together to experience Him.
He is in us, and in nature—
in every created soul, unique and divine.
We spend a lifetime searching for an external faith,
an external providence, not realizing
we were born with it—whole from the very start.
From the moment of existence,
God placed within us the tools to find Him.
Not in institutions, but within our own identity.
When we look deeply inside,
we find divinity staring back—
what we’ve been seeking was inside us all along.
When wrapped in solitude,
we can experience providence for ourselves.
Self-discovery becomes our confession:
that God, no matter how distant He seems,
was closer than we ever imagined.
Do we find Him by calling out?
Or do we call out because we long to find Him?
Faith is not only doctrine, tradition, or scripture,
but the resolute soul shaped in His likeness.
God is in everything, yet nothing can contain Him.
He sculpted clay—the essence of life—
and He is the clay,
the very material of His own creation.
His presence fills humanity,
yet also every form of life:
one world, one nature—
one vast expression of providence and love.
Nature’s beauty feels grand and indescribable,
yet still methodical—
evolution, seemingly random,
is a systematic part of His design.
Death and birth mix together,
destroying and growing,
forming the canvas of diversity itself.
The world is a glittering mosaic of His creation:
each tile different, yet the same;
unique, inspired, independent,
yet part of a single, larger whole.
Shimmering pieces blending into:
inexpressible beauty—
perfection through division.
Found in the whole,
in the vastness of nature,
yet often unrealized within ourselves.
We, so haughty and prideful,
try to discover God while destroying His creation.
Masked behind faith and worship,
selfish desire spills out.
He is present in our very souls,
yet we still choose hate—
toward others, and toward ourselves.
He is present in
rivers valleys mountains forests jungles beaches oceans lakes deserts plateaus grasslands savannahs—
and still, we seek Him elsewhere.
How did we, with divinity woven so deeply into our being,
decide to cover it up—
to reject it—
and search for “God” while rejecting His presence?
A beautifully contemplative piece, Andy. Your writing captures that quiet truth many forget—that divinity isn’t distant, but woven into every part of life and every part of ourselves. I love how you connect nature, identity, and faith into one seamless vision. It reads both humble and profound, reminding us to pause, look inward, and rediscover what’s already there.