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Sometimes when I see
The smile of a child
Or perceive the look of love
In a loved one’s eyes
Or when I look o’er
Fields and forests wild
And watch mist
Take form and rise
When I see the sea
Observe the eternal tide
Or watch the seabirds
Silent glide
When I have cold water
And food to partake
Warm bed-partner
By my side
When I see the sun
Give birth to dawn
The moon give light
To the night
See silent lightning
Storms afar
I imagine Angels
Taking flight
Though I’m far
From a religious man
Oft-times these events
Strike me as rather odd
It’s as if I sense
A soothing hand
As if I’ve truly touched
…The face of God…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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