God is a jaguar:

where there are no words to hide behind,

he is aware of all.

He moves in stealth and grace,

with unintended injury to nothing,

and in calculated swiftness.

God is a jaguar:

lying low in the grass,

then leaping over it,

now crouching within it.

With golden black eyes-

eyes like glassine knives

piercing the darkness,

while caressing all that is seen

in the deep and widening

sweep of his view.

God is a jaguar:

waiting

waiting

patiently watching

and perfectly still.

Utterly Present.

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