I walked past a hundred blue mountains, climbed their backs, and descended into fields of golden-plenty.  At some moment, I fell quiet on my back, suddenly present with a silence I have never known.  I screamed // Where have You been?  I climbed these very mountains but to see Your face.  I have scoured the earth, here to find You; yet You remain absent in the Heavens, no doubt reclining at Your table as I scream echoes into valleys, each reporting the very lack of You // Then as I lay, gasping for air, He whispered // Child, be still, in all this you have discovered me.  It is written / Seek and you shall find / In your very wandering you have seen me, for you have climbed my face and screamed your breath within my ribs.  Your steps have not once exited my Kingdom, nor ever shall it be so.  Go now in Peace //