God was there

When will Christians learn to stop separating the spiritual from the sensual and the physical, and calling one good and condemning the other?

I saw the sun rise large and orange,
Lighting the ancient misty horizon,
And God was there.

I shouted for the sheer joy of living,
laughing for no other reason than to laugh,
And God was there.

I rode in the thundering surf,
Exhilarated by the endless power,
And God was there.

I pushed my body to the limit,
Straining for the top with every ounce of strength,
And God was there.

I stretched out in the warm spring sunshine,
The sweet new grass beneath my face,
And God was there.

I watched the newborn calf nursed gently to her feet,
Smelt her mothers warm sweet breath,
And God was there.

She held me closely, tenderly,
Her touch warm gentle and sensual,
And God was there.

I sipped sweet wine and layed back content,
The deep warming flavour speaking of love,
And God was there.

Warming scented oil was poured over my back,
The sensual touch as stress was rubbed away,
And God was there.

I held her through her confusion and pain,
Her hair wet, My shoulder soaked,
And God was there.

I lay in my own hurting confusion,
Not knowing how to heal the wounds,
And God was there.

I stood on the seventeenth floor,
Smelling, hearing, feeling the broken city below,
And God was there.

I sat and listened alongside the lonely and desolate,
The hard cold pavement uncomfortable,
And God was there.

I sit and reflect on a week filled with difference,
So many senses, so many experiences,
so many thoughts, so much emotion,
And in all of this I know that God was there.