Signs (2)

Whichever way I cast my eyes,
I’m met with potent signs:
Above my head a falcon flies,
The light of heaven shines;

A mouse hole on the forest floor
Is home now to some ants,
And, here and there, the snuffling boar
Have bared the roots of plants;

The patterns of the leaves that fall,
The woodland’s hues and tints
And, everywhere and over all,
I see God’s fingerprints.

What joy it is to be alive
And see the life in all things thrive!

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

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