So I bought a field and sat
I gathered in all that I saw
Watching the
last gloamings of the day
Taking its last
peak at the day’s end Here I can see everything
Still, I sat
Waiting through
the nightThen came the early dawn
She raises the day’s
horizon with the sun in tow
Brushing the
underbelly of the cloudsWith hue and tone
Surely all of
this…the fingerprints of a creator are displayed
I begin to
wonder about those Those who do not believe in God
Happenstance
belief
Scrutinizing
change set right before my sightHow can one not believe?
In my field I
sit…I smile, I know
Glories ebbing
and flowing before meSpeak and tell
Come... sit with me
in my field
Look through my
eyes, my lensAnd…I will show you something remarkable
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Wandering Satellite Publishing
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