Gods Glory
A multiplicity of colors splashed across a darkening sky,
Reflected on the azure canvass of the Mediterranean Sea.
God's creative handiwork is there for all to see,ever changing,
His omnipresence is visible even to one who cannot see.
It is in the aroma of the blossom of Spring,
In the smell of a storm. His very breath is in the wind.
No matter what you see, smell or touch, He is there.
His Glory is our Treasure.
© Dave Timperley February 2015
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2015
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