I see God in a pansy so small,
In an oak, a mountain wall.
I see Him in the moon’s light ball,
In a canyon’s hall, a leaf’s bright fall.
I see Him over all. Do You?
I smell God in the month of May,
In new mown hay, on a rainy day.
I smell Him in a salty bay,
In October’s gay, in the dew’s lay.
I smell Him in many a way. Do You?
I hear God in the wind’s toot,
In an owl’s hoot, in rain’s dilute.
I hear Him in the music of a flute,
In the drop of fruit, the bird’s salute.
I hear Him in rife pursuit. Do You?
I feel God in a baby’s skin,
In the grass thin, a grain bin.
I feel Him in a fish’s fin,
In a honey locust “pin”, feathers of a wren.
I feel Him “then.” Do You?
I taste God in an apple so sweet,
In well done meat, a nutty treat.
I taste Him in the product of wheat,
In salt’s feat, when spices meet.
I taste Him replete. Do You? – eab, ’66 JAN.
Written while working at Lincoln School in Cincy.
