In the morn

In the morn I stand amidst the glory of creation, the mist swirling and nature sounds abound.
Where is God you say?
On high the eagle soars, lifted by grace that is in the wind under its wings, is that He?

We search daily, in life, in love, in work, is He there?
We look but do not see, we search but do not find, is He in the Creation, the birds, the trees?

Awake sleeping one.

He is there if we seek with our heart, He is there if we but stop and take note of all around.
He is in the soft breeze on your cheek, He is in the silent whisper of a sleeping child.
We only need to STOP and listen, take note of what He has created- not by chance but by His hand.
He holds and sustains us, He is there, we but need to let Him in…..