I see You in the faces of my loved ones,
But You are present in the beggar too,
I feel Your power in the grandeur of the mountains
And in the vastness of the sky.
But I know that You are in the butterfly,
The humming bird, the bee.
The majestic trees whisper Your Name
But so do the wildflowers and the weeds.
You reside in the hearts of the great and the small,
The celebrated and the insignificant.
I smell Your wonderful fragrance in the flowers,
In the fresh morning and the sweet night air,
But You are there in the odour of blood spilled,
In the stench of poverty and disease.
May I never forget that even in the worst places,
In the most awful situations,.
If I look hard enough I’ll find You.