The rain has stopped. The low winter sun plays with the silhouette-rich lines of the bare branches. Four small birds sit atop one of the trees enjoying no longer being wet and waiting for food to crawl out of holes. My musing on this real reality is dragged back to the virtual reality of of a DVD projector screen-saver of mountain and moon and a voice telling me to let God in.
Is it OK to see? To have discovered? To answer the question, 'Are you seeking God?' with a single word - 'Found'?