Thursday, September 16, 2010

God Is

The world hangs suspended in the universe
Never colliding
Each day people die and new life begins
Never stopping
Leaves die brilliantly and fall each autumn
Always returning
Birds fly south and then north again
Never forgetting
And yet some say there is no God.

I found this little poem tucked away in one of my little notebooks. I wrote it in high school, and it was published in our school paper. I thought I might share it now. It encourages me to look back at the Father's faithfulness in my life - despite this daughter's fickle heart.

It is my very humble contribution to Emily's imperfect prose.


I took this picture through the window of a tiny church in Wyoming.