When I stop seeing the colors in the sunrise,
Overlook the layers of liquid hues in a rainbow,
Fail to giggle at shapes in clouds overhead,
Then Lord, I am thinking too much about what I think I know.

When I stop noticing the vividness of a sunset,
Neglect the weathered glory of the ancient landmarks,
Fail to smile at the sweetness of newborn babes,
Then Lord, I am lost in my own self-imagined goodness and marks.

You’re always there though, whether I see it or not,
The proof of Your existence available if I look to see,
And You should be what I want to find,
In every trace of life, of hope, of love is You and Your majesty.
    dfav 2/16/17

—Donna