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.