Easter 4 Poem by Liza Sud
Easter 4
Only God is in every grass blade -
May I see Him in her, peruse?
As she grew from fleck of dust there,
As how now she exudes juice.
Show it to me, God, I'm pleading!
Or I never can see the grass!
Yes I knew it, but to repeat it
I could never learn how or grasp.
God is in nature all around. I'd love you to read my Elegy for a Drowned Child.
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5/12/2024 12:51:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Show it to me, God, I'm pleading! I could never learn how or grasp. LIza you see God in everything and your desire to see him and experience God is deep. you teach us a lot through your poems thank you