I see the dance of Gilgal in the wings of hummingbirds.
I hear the robin’s song of praise sung as faith assured.
I feel the Spirit’s holy breath in gales and gusts of wind.
I meditate on ancient stones that tell where grace has been.
I witness love outpouring in cascades of waterfalls.
I consider the divinity in creatures great and small.
I glimpse the call to unity in works of honeybees.
I wonder at the vast unknown in dark and depth of seas.
I contemplate the Spirit’s peace in doves so meek and mild.
I sense God’s tender mercy when I hold an infant child.
I view in every spiral eye the perfect hand of grace.
I found the Star of David in a pomegranate’s face.
I know from owls, and frogs, and cats God sees in dark of night.
I touch shekinah glory in the moon’s reflected light.
I muse the tree of good and evil links to figs and wasps.
I wish these holy mysteries were easier to grasp.
I stoke the holy flame within that entered at rebirth.
I believe the Word of God is found hid in things of earth.