Sunday, April 20, 2014

Exhibitionist


I never thought of God
as an exhibitionist but
what else can I say
when I am confronted with
the mountains with their heights
the sea in its depths
the sunset, radiant
the pearl encapsulating beauty
the moon permeating my eyes
the flowers in the field erupting
in their riots of color
the porcupine in its waddle
the tomb with its stone
rolled away, empty and
silent in realized glory.


Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

2 comments:

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

Just stunning!
Blessed Easter to you, Glynn!

nance.mdr said...

depths and heights