Things Not Seen

Sometimes, when I sit still long enough,

and quietly

I get this feeling.

It's not cold.

It's not exactly warm.

It's electric.

Like invisible light

Rushing through my veins.

It starts at the top of my head

and courses

over my shoulders

and down my arms.

As though my very soul

was trying

to jump out of my body.

And

I know.

I know

that God loves me.