Monday, January 10, 2011

off shore...


The first light of dawn rockets across the sky
Illuminating Your creation
Melding darkness into light
How do some claim You do not exist?

The wind brushes across the pine
And ripples the waters
Echoing the heartbeat of this place in their movement
How do some claim You are not present?

A bird takes flight across a blue sky
And seeds push their pale green arms through the soil
Greeting the spring day with a smile
How do some claim You do not care?

People greet people
And soul touches soul
Voices joined in praise and worship
How do some deny that You love them?

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