sunday poetry

i'm starting to think that epiphanies
don't always have to be sudden, immediate

not so much like a lightbulb turning on
but more like candles being lit
one by one
welcoming light with slow steadiness

the Spirit nudges
not always pressingly
but cumulatively
and seems to say, to me at least:
"Hey kiddo...do you get it yet? So...do ya?"

I am grateful
for finally being able to hear
God's whisper amidst all this noise
reminding me that I was looking for the wrong thing, in the wrong place
and it was never what my heart desired or deserved