God whispers his small miracles
which grace my life’s paths
beckoning that I notice
their mere presence.
The miracle of a small wildflower
living beneath my footprints,
its smallness adds a larger beauty
to the mesmerizing canvas.
The colored songbird
which sings angelic suites,
as it perches high above,
allowing my soul to be enriched
with the beauty of it’s voice,
reminding me that nature
has a song all its own.
God’s graceful touch as
a soft breeze gently caresses my skin,
enveloping me like a loving hug
one I pray never ends.
For many whispers I come to know,
more I have yet to see.
For now I must journey on
for I feel so much still awaits.
I dare not waste a moment.
I must not fail to listen
to whispers.