God is in the sun
At the dawning of daylight.
God is in the stars,
And the moon at night.
God is in the flowers,
And the precious little dove.
And He is in the rainbow
That dazzles above.
God is in the elephant
And the tiny ant.
He is in the hyacinth
And every living plant.
God is in the trees
And the fishes of the sea.
And He is in the heart
Of you and me.
Whether man, or beast,
Or fowl, or cod—
Wherever there's life,
There is God.
This lovely poem makes so happy. It makes my heart jump. So beautifully written Excellent, Salley
Consciousness of God's presence in even the most humble creation, is a very rare but laudable thing. I liked the poem for its simplicity and its deep message.
There is no day nor night, nor form nor colour, and never anything that's not God's handiwork! A beautifully simple poem and this deserves a 10
A beautiful, and simple poem about the Divine manifestation even in small things of Nature and life; about One Who never leaves us in distress, Who is so close that we have to close our eyes to dare to see any flame of His glory...The concept of LIFE in this poem needs to be understood...
The concept of God is thought over for the ages but how magnificently you are showing the presence of god in you and me and the things around us. Good flow of thoughts and feelings.
so true and beautiful.....your words can touch the deeper part of someone's heart well you did mine.. absoluteness, fantastic, Divine, heartfelt, lovely, every beautiful thing you can think of that it is.. thank you for sharing love, payal
so true and beautiful mam.....your words can touch the deeper part of someone's heart well you did mine.. absoluteness, fantastic, Devin, heartfelt, lovely, every beautiful thing you can think of that it is.. thank you for sharing mam love, payal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God is everywhere! In the hunger laden streets and homes of Somalia, In the riot torn middle east and north east of India and In the slums where humans creep like the worms I see Him not And I am partially blind. In the massive slaughter homes across the globe, In the chirping of every homeless bird and In the faces of the dying species I see Him not... I am totally blind perhaps.