Deity's Hand

Sometimes, earth and sea and sky Act in concert and entreat me. It’s as if they inquire with a sigh How can you doubt what you see? There is design in flower blossoms In butterfly wings, and a bee’s flight. I am driven to call them awesome Why against God do I deign to fight? The question catches in my brain And summons age-honed doubts. Life’s unfairness cuts cross the grain, Leading me to ponder other routes. But alternate answers fail to compete With the majesty that encloses me. It matters not where I wish to seek Deity’s hand has dressed every tree.