God

All the things I thought were God

…are not

If I lay quiet

I see the beauty 

in a sun drenched cloud

Simple purities

…daisies growing and dying

The magnificence of a butterfly spanning its wings in mid-air

I feel the wind’s chaos

Calculating madness

through my own hair

Rhythms of waves turning over and over

again

and again 

Now maybe know

God just is

All this beauty I see and feel

And am

I am 

God is

We are

Michele Brady 1998