God's Presence
By Cinara
God's Presence A mocking bird’s trill is the spoken word of God The gentle summer breeze , His sigh His face is mirrored in a silent pond reflecting a twilight sky God’s heart beats in the ocean tides and in a sparrow’s breast His blood runs through veins of the earth in trickling brooks, on river’s crest He has left his footsteps in the meadow and on the sparkling crust of snow He left them there beside my bed before He had to go His song is in the rustling sycamore leaves In the drizzling drops of rain In fluttering of feathered wing in the swirling dusty plain In all of earth’s nature, in all living things God’s presence can be seen In starlit skies, in ocean’s depths On water’s silver sheen In windswept fields of amber grain In rose of crimson red Beside the lake, beside the stream And here beside my bed Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 12:40 AM PST 0 • 13
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