bus window

Buildings full of people
That we pass so quickly by
In a blur of moving colors,
Harsh contrast of busy noise.

Trees rush past the bus window
That I peer intently through,
As I search the changing landscape
For the immutable You.

Strangers fill the bus seats,
On and off at every stop.
Only linger for a moment-
Balance between gain and loss.

Only certain of my loneliness,
As people come and go-
Scenery always changing
As I look through my window.

But always You are with me,
Every journey, every place.
The world I see shows who you are-
Your never-changing grace.