All Creation Shouts

You ask me how I know

That there is something more

You ask me why I hold so tight

To that with immaterial form.

 

Why do I believe

Why do I hope

Why do I trust

How do I know?

 

All I’ve to do

Is glance up at the stars

I see the whirling galaxies

And know that Love cannot be far.

 

I glance down at my feet

And the blades of grass I tread

Each so tiny, so well designed

But their abundance turns my head.

 

I breathe in the ocean wind

And watch the fish beneath the waves

I see their glorious colors

Their variety and display.

 

I watch the birds away up high

And hear the eagle’s mighty shriek

As he plummets earthward to seize his prey

With keen eyes he downward seeks.

 

You ask me how I know

You ask me why I trust

I’ll point beyond the windowpane

To the creation God has with life blessed.

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