Miracles Poem by A. David Abraham

God is Everywhere

In the eaves
In the garrets
In the small corners
In the highest lush green
Of greenest trees
In the widest expanses of blue
Of bluest skies
In the overflowing warm glare
Of the warmest sun
In the waving soft movings
Of softest breezes
In the far unplumbed reaches
Of the innermost inner sanctums

Everywhere to be found
Never yet to be seen

Helpless though I am
To find Him

Still I see Him

Everywhere