In the crystal
icicles
Melting drop by drop
From tips of frozen
stems,
I feel His warmth
there.
In the azure blue
canvas
Turned to crimson,
gold and purple
By the setting sun,
I see Him painting
there.
In the clay that
holds the seed
And then clings to
the root
Of the new plant
sprouting leaves,
I see Him giving
life.
In the plaintive
cries
Of a new born calf
Calling out to it’s
mother,
I hear His answering
call.
In the birds building
nests
Using just their
beaks
To weave a marvel
from grass,
I see His helping
hand.
In the snail on the
sidewalk
Curling into it’s
shell
At the sound of
footsteps nearby,
I see His protective
hand.
In the tightly closed
bud
That opens petal by
petal
Spreading fragrance
all around,
I inhale His presence
nearby.
In the glow of the
fireflies
Which fly by at night
Winking brightly at
me,
I see Him giving
light.
In the spreading
wings
Of the birds soaring
In the open skies,
I see Him giving
flight.
In the silver fish
Which swim the depths
Of the deep blue sea,
I see Him giving air.
In the upturned
beetle
That struggles to get
onto
It’s feet once again,
I see His gentle
push.
In the ray of light
That peeps through
A crack in the dark
clouds,
I see Him shining
there.
In the first steps of
a little baby girl
As she totters
towards
Her mother’s
outstretched arms,
I see His steadying
hand.
In the giving hands
Of kind folk who
reach out
To outstretched
palms,
I see Him smiling
there.
In this beautiful
world
I look, hear, feel
All around me…..everywhere,
And I see Him there.
