God's look

He can only be seen from the soul
recognized in primary colors
flavors of green and blue
He can be felt in cool rain
falling from billowy clouds
in Rembrandt's sky
His scent lingers in kitchens
of mothers who bake cookies and pies
of love, vanilla and sugar
His touch finds it's way to the breath
of kittens and puppies...nestled in fur
He sounds like small children singing
(Come and play, everything's A-OK)
Can't you hear Him?




Copyright ©2004 Christina Kay Brown