A PICTURE AND A POEM: TO GOD, WITH LOVE

I glimpse your bright splendor in the morning sunrise.

I calm in your surprising peace during difficult times.

I smile at your joy in the unique beauty of each flower.

I hear your reassuring voice in the stillness of the night.

I marvel at your healing touch on this weary soul.

I notice your gentle nudges that move me to action.

I relish your inspiration shared through gifted artists and musicians.

I praise your unconditional acceptance with the imperfect song of my heart.

I feel your mercy and grace with every tear of recognition of my failures.

I anticipate my future with the hope found in your promises.

I grow in trust with every experience of your unfailing, constant presence.

I humble in your magnificence as I consider the universe; my smallness within it.

I bask in the warmth of your love radiating through spouse, family, friends.

I love you.

And oh, how I know you love me…

and yet this is but a tiny revelation

of your complete and infinite love

that is still to come, forever and always.

(February 2017)



(I have had a few busy but delightful weeks with grandchildren, so I’m resharing this post from several years ago. This photo was taken on one of my morning walks at Swan Creek Metropark, Toledo.)

6 Comments on “A PICTURE AND A POEM: TO GOD, WITH LOVE

  1. This maybe’s gonna sound quite odd,
    and maybe not too funny,
    but I find that I see my God
    most clearly in the dunny,
    where cancer drives me to my knees
    with pain, and its progress,
    a captive that it won’t release,
    but in its harsh duress
    there is a Hand upon my heart,
    and I hear a quiet sigh,
    and know that it is not my part
    to ask that question, Why,
    behind that awful half-moon door,
    because Jesus went this way before.

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    • I actually understand this quite well, after my time with cancer. That time feels quite precious to me now. Thanks, Andrew. Take care.

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  2. Lovely post, thank you for resharing it. Our love from God never grows old nor wears out, thus your poem is timeless. God bless!

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