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