A Thought...

God,
I look out the window and I see a star.
Behind the tree that has large leaves like plates.
Trembling into sight and out as the branches quiver in the wind.
And I think…
That’s Who You are.
Not the star.
Not the tree.
Nor it’s branches or it’s leaves.
But all of it together, including the breeze and the tremble.
And me, who’s there to see it.
That’s You, God,
Existence.