Nature in His Kingdom

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

You voice the meadowlark to sing sweetly and proud.
You breathe out a design for each and every cloud.
You speak softly to the breeze, making it gentle and light.
You guide the young bird's wings, as it takes off for flight.
In the morning and the evening, you cast rich colors across the sky;
giving life to those who are barely getting by.
I see you in the flowers and I see you in the garden.
Giving each and every soul your precious pardon. 


This poem was published by Ezer Magazine. 

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