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my god
My God is not
in a kingdom called heaven,
seated on a golden throne,
issuing blessings and curses
as His mood directs.
He is not an avenging Yahweh.
My God holds
the aqua pink palette
of a sunrise, whose beauty
is a promise of rebirth.
My God is in
the song of birds,
tiny heralds that announce
the new day.
My God is in the newborn,
tabulae rasae
holding the power
to someday mold the world
in hands now incapable
of grasping.
My God is in my dog
greeting me at the door,
her tail a frenetic metronome
counting beats of
the song of love.
My God is in the touch of
my wife’s hand,
hovering like a butterfly,
softly alighting on mine,
flitting away always with
the promise of return.
My God is in
soft spring showers
on the roof,
a gentle mother
rocking me to sleep
and providing nourishment
to the wildflowers
whose colors celebrate
His largesse.
My God
surrounds us,
envelops us,
and is in
us all
if only we
seek Him.
Jim Burns was born and raised in rural Indiana and now lives in Jacksonville, Florida. He spent most of his working life as a librarian and turned to poetry a few years after retirement in an effort to keep his mind active.
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