It seems when I truly start to doubt
There is a god, something whispers, no shouts
At me to look to the miracle of nature to see Him
It stared with a morning bike ride on a whim
The fluffy white clouds that dotted the crystal blue sky
Urged me to go for a Sunday morning bike ride
It began in on an ordinary, familiar trail
Water, glasses, computer, kit, and pull the bike off the rail
As I pedaled along, I felt Him in the breeze
I saw Him in each glimmering leaf suspended in a choir of trees
The rustle of the foliage harmonized with the birds
Creating a hymnal of music that filled my soul with each word
It became abundantly clear that I was in God's community
Nature spoke His words and delivered His truth to me