©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
Proof of divinity is all around.
God's handiwork transcends His mystery.
We hear His voice in every sacred sound:
the trill of birds, the pounding of the sea.
His whisper reaches us in sunrise stillness,
when all the earth awakens from her sleep.
Betimes He warns us with an eagle's shrillness,
or speaks to us in rumblings, soft and deep.
We see His radiance in sunset glory;
His Light enlivens moon and stars and sun.
Each shining lake that shimmers tells His story.
Each mountaintop proclaims Him as the One.
We feel His tender touch in gentle breezes
that muss our hair or cool a rosy cheek.
His every gift to us is balm that eases,
to know Him is the sustenance we seek.
And yet the proud heart is not counted wise.
Only the humble and the reverent see.
Look for Him in a newborn baby's eyes,
then find Him in your own divinity.
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