How wonderful to have discovered your mother's poem.
It is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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Wishing you a Sunny Thursday.
Hope you come back soon.
Over the weekend, I discovered a poem my mother wrote many years ago. I want to share it today.
“His Presence”
I never watch a flower bloom
Without thinking of God;
I see Him in the petals
And in every closed seed pod.
I feel His presence in the Autumn
Afternoon sun’s glow;
I find Him on the hilltops
And in freshly fallen snow.
I hear Him in the pine tree’s sough,
The catbird’s piercing cry;
I sense His voice in waterfalls
And airplanes in the sky.
I smell His essence in the wind
On warm midsummer days;
I experience His bounty
In a hundred different ways.
I glimpse His image in the face
Of every child newborn;
His unselfish love surrounds me
In the still hours of the morn.
His spirit permeates the air;
His signs are everywhere;
His breath is in small bumblebees
And eagles in the air.
His nearness dominates my life;
His presence is as real
As peebles on a sandy beach,
Things I can touch and feel.
Some folks may think that God is dead,
I know it isn’t true;
He lives in all the universe,
He lives in me and you.
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That is wonderful and so sweet!
Is so nice to have something like that to hold on to forever, written by your mother. And it really is a good poem! Thanks so much for sharing it with us.
What a treasure! Thank you for sharing it.