Often

I think of him often
When the night sets upon the woods
In the shadows that dance on the walls
With conscious awareness
I think of him often

I see him often
When the redbuds bloom
In the hoot of the owl
With cognitive clarity
I see him often

I hear him often
When the thunder claps
In the sizzle of its lightning
With audible certainty
I hear him often

I feel him often
When my heartbeat reminds me
In the moment before the next
With perfect rhythm
I feel him often