The hummingbird in flight,
The galaxy stars at night.
The eagle when it takes to sky.
It’s how I know there is a God.
The stream its constant flow,
The pine trees steady grow.
The seasons come and go.
It’s how I know there is a God.
A babies wonderment,
A toddlers word well spent.
A youth who tests their rent
It’s how I know there is a God.
A new mother giving birth,
A father who learns his worth.
A grandparent lowered in the earth.
It’s how I know there is a God.
Some people always need You to prove.
Some are waiting for You to move.
Some don’t believe in your Holy Book.
But I know that You are God.
©️2023 Marsha L. Brown
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