Shadows on the Parking Lot

Shadows on the Parking Lot

I walk along during the late afternoon

The sun still high enough to make it like mid-day

The geometric shapes of shadows line the bay

They have changed

But yet they still are patterns

I wonder why all these patterns

All these equations

All these predictabilities 

Come from One Who is unpredictable

From One Who has no form

No shape, no patterns that He would ever fit into

I wonder what would I say, what would I do

If I ever had the chance to meet Him

Right there, in my face, in my person

What would that be like?
I’m sure it wouldn’t be like these dark and quiet shadows

Shifting with the angles of the sunlight

I’m sure it wouldn’t be predictable

Though likely predictably incredible

Awe-inspiring, shaking, thundering

These geometric shapes have changed

Yet still there is a pattern

Maybe there is message here

That the methods can change

And change with time

Yet there is always the pattern of love

The geometric shapes of shadows line the bay

Yet the sun is still high enough to make it like mid-day