Have you ever stopped to consider
Or to stand in childlike wonder
about the composition of the mighty mountains
or the reasons behind them?
Have you ever tried to count the stars
Or contemplated their positions in the sky
and marvelled at their distance?
Have you ever stood on the banks of an ocean
and wondered at it's depths
or of the creatures hidden in its icy blue?
Have you ever noticed the glory of a field of dandelions?
Have you taken in the specks of yellow and gold
Scattered across the purest green of creation
and realized that this simple beauty is considered a weed?
Do you see the hand of your creator
Or feel the stir of the Holy one
When you look around you?
Do you see the image of your God Stamped on creation?
Who is this God who molds the mountains?
Who is this God who breathes the stars?
Who is this God who cried the oceans when we fell from His glory?
Who is this God who makes beauty from the weeds of our lives?
Who is this God?
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