Might this be God…?

Could this be God then,

          when the rugged old oak

splashes rain on my head?

Or when the brisk wind

            snatches at my hair

and lifts the load from my back?

Might this be God then

            when the lime tree scatters
the earth with luminous yellow hearts?

 

Or when the scarlet rose hips

            glossy with dew, spread
the power of peace within me?

 

Could this truly be God then

          when wind, leaves, earth and rain

create in me this happiness?


©Sue Burley

2015