I still feel full of wonder,
when
I see a redbird.
Nestled in a tree branch
fitting like a glove.
I pause to
ask the question.
Did God's love seed the tree branch
for
nesting tiny birds.
Or if God grew the birds
all
dress in hue and color
to orniment the
tree.
I still feel the wonder,
when
I see a child of God
Stepping in the world
so full of urge and beauty.
I pause to ask the question.
Did God's love design the children
to occupy the world.
Or did God shape the earth
as home and substance
for the children of design.