God is in His creation.
He is in the Grass and the River,
The Sky and the Star,
The Wind and the Snow,
The Sunshine and the Robin,
The Horse and the Chestnut Tree.
He is in You and He is in Me.
God's hands have made the Soil upon which you tread,
He has designed the clouds and sculptured the Rocks,
He has painted the Rainbow and drawn the Butterfly's Wings,
With His breath, He has breathed into the Badgers and the Deer and they live and then they die,
But with His Heart He made You and I.
He is alive There, where all Creation looks to Him.
Where Morning and Evening wait for His gentle command.
And There I used to go,
And There I used to find Him,
There amongst all Things that were purposed.
Now I cannot go,
I cannot live There any longer,
I cannot breathe There any more.
Now I can only seldom visit.
And here, I am alone.
You tell me He is still There, He is with me, Everywhere.
And then I whisper my reply with the hanging of my Head,
'There, I dwelt over the Creation of God, Here I endure under the Monstrosities of Man.
- Joanna Grace