God's Playground Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking up, hands of God seem to be playing with clouds above,
stacking them just so, balancing them in unique and fascinat-
ing ways all across the sky.

Loving to see this silent, beautiful playground from the front
porch as God's inner child continues to play while I quietly
baby-sit Him here on earth.

Enjoying thoroughly, this mere poetical presence while God
fills my soul with His mercy and peace, giving a quiet and
calming effect upon my being and soul.