Last day of class

What are men to rocks and mountains? 
Lizzie Bennett asked it, and it's the perfect way to sum up my junior year. 
The Lord is so cute to let me read that book for the first time just before the close of this season.

 
This season where my shoulder was gently tapped, 
gripping my heart with delight and 
inviting me in to see the wonder of this place. 
Where I learned to ask questions & to seek answers 
with a certainty that's as wild as it is childlike. 
Where pennies seemed to guide my feet
out of darkness and into peace. 
I'm really not ever alone in the mystery of it all, am I? 
How could I peer up at the navy sky's stars 
and still believe that I'm alone? 
The rocks and the mountains still surround me. 
The birds still sing. The children still squeal with joy. 
The trees still change, right outside my window.  
I'm still wrapped up in it all. 
We all come into this world looking for someone
who is looking for us. 
Thank you, Friend, for searching for my heart 
in every crowded room, campus classroom, 
empty sidewalk, and distant day.