Vox Dei

Creation is a soaring symphony, A euphony, polyphony, a hymn— The joyous thunders of the seraphim Commingle with the murmurs of the trees, The rising madrigals of morning birds, The choric song of rain upon the earth, The rushing tide crescendoing with mirth, The howling wind that God's wild glee avers. Some days I stare into the sun at noon, And almost swear I see a merry grin; If only I could hear His voice, I think, Uplifted in some strange immortal tune, I might learn hope amidst my doubt and sin— But sometimes it's enough to see Him wink.