The Great Communicator
Sometimes
I complain that God is silent,
never
speaks or shows his presence.
Then
I hear a cardinal singing,
catch sight of a fawn in a forest,
gaze
in awe at a Kansas sunset,
watch
snowflakes twirling in the air,
sniff
aromatic lilies or wild roses,
touch
a baby’s velvety skin,
observe
an elderly sister at prayer,
read
a poem that touches my soul,
and
know God whispers through all
the
beauty that surrounds me:
“I
love you, love you, love you.”
I
need to turn up the volume,
adjust
my lenses, unclog my nose,
be
more aware in order not to miss
the
profundity of his message.
Douglas County, Kansas |
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