Murmurs of the Universe

In the tremendous sky, a maker concealed,

God, a murmur in the breeze, tranquil.

Past the mists, an inestimable arrangement,

Making worlds with a sly hand.

Dawn paints the material, sunrise to nightfall,

God's range, colors intense, a heavenly trust.

In the stirring leaves, a holy voice,

Nature's song, a tune, a decision.

Mountains stand tall, a quiet petition,

God's solidarity, in each stone, mindful.

In the peaceful evening, stars delicately sparkle,

God's fantasies in star groupings, a vast plan.

A youngster's chuckling, a gift from a higher place,

God's euphoria, is enclosed by guiltlessness and love.

In each heart that thumps and feels,

God's presence in feelings that life uncovers.

Past religions, in each living thing,

God's quintessence, a general spring.

Along these lines, in this excursion, where we trample,

Find the heavenly, for on the whole, there's God.