God Is In Everything
Whenever I go to the forest
I see God stands like a tree,
waving from the distance
on the world majestically.
I watch Him in the busy squirrels
stashing nuts away;
then, marvel at Him in the moths
that by the fireside play.
God is in everything.
He dances with the wind,
tumbling leaves around
everywhere with Him.
Janet Marie Bingham
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