the custodian

the custodian
by jeff semple (Dec. 2004)

Underneath my thoughts there lies a greater dream.
Surrounding my body are movements yet unseen.
Inside the well of my soul dwells a deeper stream.
All powers of the Almighty are available to me.
And though I know these things exist in reality,
The only way to move from knowledge to belief
Is to trust in the One who sees what I have not seen.
To love the One who is love and first loved me.
To pray with ears that hear words I cannot speak.
To consider others better than me.
Holding nothing in my hands and taking the time to breathe,
Laughing at something and finding a good book to read,
Taking pictures that last and to remember there's no delete.
Making my way up to the top floor and walking through the CEO's door,
I look across the desk with a sigh of relief.
The man in the chair with a blank stare is not me.
So I pick up my broom and begin to sweep.
Keeping this place clean is what God is teaching me.