His Hand

The Wonder of it all!

Can I look around
God's vast expanse above
And be blind to see
A tree in a breeze?
Silent gasps of awe
Gently escape my mouth
As I watch His hand
Waving back at me.

Joy takes hold of me!

How can man be blind,
Yes, I'm just one too,
And not see His hand
Creating all around?
Nothing out of place
All things orderly
Waiting just for me
Showing God's great grace.

Perfect love surrounds!

Can there be more to see
All around my sight
In that space beyond
Where God sits enthroned?
All things point to Him
And His mighty hand
As He waits for me
To join Him above.

I long for that day!

Author's Note

Too often we ignore the hand before our eyes even when the darkness is lifted.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

That day comes soon enough my friend but, BUT, wordly beauty is here for us to enjoy, to capture, to be delighted by .. tis sad to leave it too soon.

What a beautiful poem, you write so delicately, so sincerely. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and words.