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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