Posted by willowweeper on January 22, 2002 at 23:53:33:
Patterns of sun and shade
Move across my porch
Where I sit and contemplate
The eucalyptus tree.
Where did God go?
Is He there in you?
Or was he never there?
The wind rustles you, old tree,
And my eyes try to see faith
Concealed witin your leaves,
Remembering when prayers
Were answered,
And beauty had a creator
Who spoke to me.