The Face Of God

A sense of wonder

Sometimes when I see
The smile of a child
Or perceive the look of love
In a loved one’s eyes

Or when I look o’er
Fields and forests wild
And watch mist
Take form and rise

When I see the sea
Observe the eternal tide
Or watch the seabirds
Silent glide

When I have cold water
And food to partake
Warm bed-partner
By my side

When I see the sun
Give birth to day
The moon give light
To the night

See silent lightning
Storms afar
I imagine Angels
Taking flight

Though I’m far
From a religious man
Oft-times these events
Strike me as rather odd

It’s as if I sense
A soothing hand
As if I’ve truly touched
…The face of God…

Reviews

[Marie]

THis sounds reliious to me...a more classy tone than I generally achieve...