Along the river banks
I strolled for a while
lost in meditative thoughts.
Looked at the beauty
of the distant mountains
grasping the greatness
of my God living in nature.
The beauty of creation
proclaims the glory of God.
I wonder at the heart of God
from where all this beauty
generates and flows down to us.
(Graphic: Photographic Journey 25_zps6as4tojm)
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Everything beautiful about this poem..the imaginary. the picture...nature is such a wonderful thing....