He waters the mountains from His upper chambers.

  The earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works. Psalm 104:13

I Believe 

I hear your voice in the birds’ song,

Feel your touch in the wind’s embrace;

You speak to us and caress our lives

So magically and wonderfully,

How can we not take heed?

- if we believe!

I feel your tears in the morning rain,

Your creativeness in the splash of a rainbow,

Your vision of all that is good in a dream come true,

In the miracles with which You touch our lives

And make us whole and complete.

I taste the flavour of your diversity,

When you mix and blend our lives:

The very essence of your Being

Merges and mingles as it combines

With our very own existence,

And unites us to You.

A hint of your aroma wafts upon the air:

A luscious fruit, a tasty dish,

A favourite perfume or a flower,

The sandy beach,

Sweet thoughts and cherished memories

All natural, all gently inspiring:

A fragrant bouquet of roses,

The scent of the first rain,

Herbs and spices, aromatic or sweet-smelling,

Make us savour your goodness

And feel part of the whole universe.

I experience your greatness in all of this,

But understand only a small part

Of your immense love for all of us,

As I see You in everyone and everything around me,

With our ups and our downs, highs or lows,

And I’ll know You are there when we need you,

’Cause You promised,

- And I believe!

Doreen Scerri © 2004

20/04/04

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This was a poem I wrote in April 2004 when I felt touched by the new life around us in spring and at Easter time, the newness of everything, the wonderful promise of nature and the hope and love in all of this.  I tried to capture the magical continuity of life and God's love in "the fruit of His works".