God And The Owl Poem by Esther Moe

At night I heard the steady noise
Traffic, teenagers, trains, and toys

Through it all, I could faintly hear
A hooting, though it wasn't near

As soon as I opened the door
I knew what I was searching for

He was present, I had no doubt
On wooden throne looking about

Flaunting he was clearly present
There waiting for his swift descent

Then I thought of someone greater
Realizing this was our Creator

Who reigns from His heavenly throne
Calling us all unto His own

His broad arms cover every stain
Lifting me from pitfalls and pain

His comforting hands offer more
Reaching down into my core

He's always there gently speaking
Yet calmly, wholly listening

When I hear the great owl hooting
I know our God is still moving