Oblivious

Oblivious…

That is what we are.

Going about our mundane lives,

While the inside of the earth boils and bubbles.

Oblivious…

And feeling so secure.

As though the ground under our feet,

Was actually terra firma and not resting on liquid.

Oblivious…

So much on our minds.

While enormous tectonic forces shift and sway

Gigantic plates threatening to crash into each other.

Occasionally…

Our attention is drawn,

By a volcanic eruption that imperils human beings,

Or an earthquake that destroys the work of human hands.

Oblivious…

To the undercurrent of evil,

Permeating society and threatening our values,

Unless it erupts in violence directed at our town or family.

Oblivious…

To the possibility

That there might be a God who desires our attention.

That the forces of the physical world may not be random.

Oblivious…

As we hear the latest news,

To the notion that God Himself may be moving pieces,

As in a chess game aligning them for His ultimate win.

Occasionally…

We throw a prayer in His direction,

When great distress or grief comes to us,

And we realize with horror that our terra firma is shifting sand.