The rain trickles down; drizzle patters against the asphalt and the concrete

     Yesterday, I saw the Hands of God, and He has many fingers, billions upon billions
Silver tendrils, filaments shimmering with His radiance sweeping across all
of Creation, touching every particle
          And at that moment, I felt He held me in the palm of His hands, guiding me, as the silver cords brushed against me
          I felt enveloped, blanketed
               safe from all harm and misfortune
                    and one with the Universe
          But now the feeling ebbs, and I am lost