Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Poem Number Seven

 "God is." Excuse my theological ramblings in an attempt to understand the unfathomable. 


God is in a flower

Blooming skyward from the ground

God is in the wind

With its sorrow-flavored sound

God is in the stars

Sending reassuring light

God is in the storm

With its fury and its might

God is in the sun

Burning evermore in space

God is in the trees

With their majesty and grace

God is in the mountains

In between the ice and snow

But most importantly

God is wherever I go. 

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