Meditations on God

The rustling bush
draws my attention
as the red bird emerges
and takes hurried flight
finding a peaceful glide
on the quiet breeze
that carries it away
a smile emerges on my face
but I am not its source
it is as if God
smiles through me
at His own creation
acknowledging
that it is good
a thought
that makes me smile
once again

SMILING AT CREATION
By Robert Van Valkenburgh
Meditations of a Gentle Warrior

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