Wanda Daugherty Poet Rhyme

The Search

The Search

I looked for God, but couldn't find him;
In the City's busy streets.
I heard no sound but roaring engines.
Saw no sight but running feet.

Turned I then toward the woodland,
Where the stately Oak tree grows.
I saw His footprint in the meadow,
And His blood upon the rose.

Paused I there to look and listen,
Felt His presence in the rain.
On the grass the raindrops glisten,
At His command the thunder came.

I am here, the Spirit whispers,
in a hundred million flowers;
God's name is written in the heavens.
Evidence of His great power. 

We have eyes but do not focus;
For  we have lost the precious key;
God is here and all around us.
If our eyes would only see.

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P.S. Awtry October 10, 2019 at 8:44 PM Yes, He is. In Him we live and breathe and have our being... How marvelous the thought and how beautifully expressed in your poem! Wanda Daugherty October 11, 2019 at 10:39 PM Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it!

Arturo Michael September 10, 2019 at 3:34 AM Lovely one...Well written too Wanda Daugherty September 18, 2019 at 10:46 PM Thank you Arturo, I am glad you liked my poem! Words of encouragement mean so much!

Caren Krutsinger September 10, 2019 at 1:00 AM "Turned I then toward the woodland, Where the stately Oak tree grows. I saw His footprint in the meadow, And His blood upon the rose." - He is everywhere, Wanda, but I too think He is easier to find in nature than in stoplights. Well penned! Wanda Daugherty September 18, 2019 at 10:47 PM Thank you Caren, you are so sweet! Thank you so much, just to know you read it and liked it is such an encouragement. God Bless you