The trees are shuddering.
The wind is rough.
The chill in the air creates a stir.
The warmth has gone, for hearts grow cold –
they turn away and refuse to pray.

God waits for us – He reaches out!
We close our eyes and cover our ears.

Nature speaks of our Creator’s beauty…
Look at the sea, the mountains and the stars,
the galaxy, the glowing fire, the children’s laughter,
the mother’s love, the father’s strength, the lion’s roar,
the cheetah’s stride, the birds’ twittering delight,
the stream’s bubbling water, the blossoming flowers,
the golden sun, the silver rain, the glistening snow,
the priests’ silent prayers, the swaying grass and babies’ births…

How can you not see our God?!

God of wisdom, patience and love; kindness and power,
eternal and pure; radiant and true…help us know You!

Search and you will find, knock and the door will be opened,
ask and you will receive. He is waiting for us, our God of love.


juliehughespoetry©7aug2024