It is early spring
The birds sing the Lords song.
The sun sneaks up over the lawn
Warming the new life that’s born.
The dew covered grass
Glistens in the light.
A little rabbit nibbles in delight.
The bees go buzzing bye
To find a sweet flower
On which to dine.
The butterfly dances across the sky
In all this I see
The Lord’s Smile
Spread across the clear blue sky.
(1976)
For as long as I can remember the beauty of nature has always moved me. Even as a child I would love to watch the dawning day from my bed room window. In the dark I would sit and listen to the sounds of the night. The rain and snow falling has never stopped engaging me. It was and still is in these sounds and sights… I see God. This particular poem I never named. So today I will call it “God Needs No Name.” As god is Omnipresent.
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Beautifully expressed 🙂
Blessings,
-Naima.
Thank you. Enjoy your day. Mary
Same to you too Mary.
-Naima.
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Thank you very much for sharing this award with me. I need a few days to respond to all these awards and will graciously do so. I am honored to be so noticed by you. xoxoxoxox
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Mary: thank you for this. I am grateful to James’ blog “The Way Home” for pointing me in your direction. I was very much taken with the name of your blog having written only yesterday of I AM’s smiling upon us. Peace for you 🙂
http://simonmarsh.org/2012/05/27/the-spirits-gifts/
Thank you for taking the time to review my blog. I just finished checking out your site and appreciate your post and what a wonderfull way to use God’s name for confirmation. I was pleasantly surprised by your site and enjoyed the post I read. Stop back anytime. Many Blessings! mary
The message in your poem brings to life the serenity of God in nature…its a beautiful read! Thanks for sharing it !
Thank you, I am glad you have enjoyed reading my bog. mary