Poetry

Lord touch our eyes to see
in every plant the flower
that it brings,
 
in winter the rest
before the spring
that is coming,
 
in steely grey clouds
the rain that quenches
the thirst of everything living
 
and beyond all of this
to know from where
all good things come
 
and that unseen
Your servants dwell
among men ever helping,
protecting and spreading Your love.