I turned over a rock, I held a leaf in my hand.
I saw the glitter in the desert sand.
I said God, is that you I see?
And he answered, 'yes juan, it's me.
now I don't pretend I talk to God,
When I look for seeds inside a pod.
Or when I feel the breeze upon my face,
Or see the clouds of paper lace.
But I know he's there just the same,
After all, what's in a name?
I know he's there, looking over me,
If not for him, where would I be.
So don't look for answers in some far off place,
The answer is there, before your face.
7/3/12 Alton Texas
Lovely poem Juan - for me, God is our higher self and therefore always with us. Great write.
I really like this, God is everywhere, not confined to one place. a lovely thought in this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh so absolutely correct; you are right on here my good friend. Very nice write.