God

 

 I feel Him in the touch of wind,

I hear His steps in rain,

I see Him when I view the hills

Or gaze on mountain plain.

His warmth smiles down by sun at day,

His arms are of the tree,

His calm I see in still of night,

His beauty is the sea.

I see His love in birth of Spring,

In soil of land His claim,

In splendor white of new-cast snow

Lie imprints of His name.

His voice is of the rippling brook,

His eyes the evening star,

The moon His beaming light to me

To guide me from afar.

It seems that I am not alone

Nor shall I ever be,

For as I walk this road of life,

I know God follows me.

 

~ Jean V. Russell