On Clear-Seeing

Deborah Beach Giordano
© January 19, 2013

The faithful gather
in the morning light
and lift up our voices
in joyful praise;

Hallelujah!
We bless Your name,
Most Holy One –
for all You are and do.

Oh yeah?
the scoffers mock and sneer,
Where is this “God” of yours?
We’ve looked and never found a trace!

And I am thankful for their doubts –
which make me stop and think;
and looking around I ask myself:
how on earth can they be so blind?

Don’t they see the artistry inherent
in the multi-sculptured clouds
and the ever-changing panorama
of the immense, eternal sky?

Can they have missed
the oceans and the seashores,
the anemone and the oyster,
the sea lion and the crab,

the snowscapes,
rainbows, rushing rivers,
the aspen and the pine,
the moose and the eagle and the otter?

What of the dewdrops and the daffodils
You’ve strewn along their path,
or the ever-present weeds –
as persistent as Your love?

The doubtful only have to look
with open hearts and minds
to find the evidence they seek
to prove this God of ours –

it is hidden in plain sight
all across this precious earth,
above us and below us –
wherever we may be.

Closing prayer:

May the Beloved improve our vision,
increase our understanding,
and fill our hearts with love.
Amen.

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About inklingscommunity

I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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