ALL IS GOD
(Dedicated to the victims and families of 9/11/01)
Picking tiny purple flowers,
violets, I think,
I held a small piece
of God's perfection.
Waking up this morning
to a robin's call
I heard the breath
of God in birdsong.
Looking at a September sky,
so blue and fathomless,
I saw the depth
of God's great power.
In the smell of soft rain
mixed with moss and loam
I sensed the wealth
of God's abundance.
As I picked up my child,
his tiny arms about my neck,
I felt the warmth
of God's embrace.
Through the faces of angels
rushing past me each day,
I know that we walk
in the path of God's love.
K.Tate Jacoby
copyright September 11, 2006
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