I stand outside in the bright sunlight and think of God.
I think about how I want to feel Him.
How I long to be drawn into his Kingdom.
I want to know Him deep down in my bones.
I pray to know Him...but I feel nothing.
I look at brilliant red against dreary grey.
Then He speaks to me: To feel Me is to see My beauty.

The Holy Spirit speaks to me through creation and I am satisfied.