God, through His creation, speaks,
In metaphoric clarity.
Through various forms and many themes,
His voice can be both heard and seen.
It’s a soft-spoken, and gentle breeze,
Which whispers through the rustling leaves.
Speaking with the influential certainty,
Of a feverish storm upon the sea.
Colors combine, and with textures meet,
Sounds, and aromatics are beautifully unique.
All contribute to wisdom’s necessary increase,
A nourishing vine allowing it’s branches to receive.
With heart and mind open, willing to believe,
When faith’s sightless vision is unleashed.
We see past the literal, to perceive,
The treasures which are hidden…just underneath.