Here is the first of today’s offerings. I hope you like it. As always, let me know what you think. 😀

On God

I reach my hand up to the sky,

And try to touch God’s face.

As high as I will ever reach,

Touch only empty space.

 

The ceiling painting artist lied,

God’s not upon some cloud.

God lives in every one of us,

In each face in the crowd.

 

God lives in every blade of grass,

And every speck of life.

In my most hated enemy,

My best beloved wife.

 

God is in ev’ry living thing,

This is the truth I see.

In every fish, in every bloom,

In all of you and me.

 

God can be found in solitude,

Or crowded noisy streets.

While watching sunrise on a hill,

Or groovin’ to new beats.

 

Each one will find their God their way,

But this must keep in mind.

Though you may think God yours alone,

Is anyone’s to find.

 

So do not mock another’s path,

God lives in them the same.

No matter how they seek their truth,

Or how they call God’s name.

 

Cheers, Winston