If, on this paper, I could pen

just one of God's creations, then,

it'd prove to all, His mighty hand -

His miracles on sea and land.

But how can I take fish or bird -

express their beauty in mere word?

Or on my paper, what remains

when grasping fragrance from spring rains?

Into my words, do rainbows melt?

Is, on my paper, sunshine felt?

Can words expose a flower's bloom?

Can page bring music to a room?

While we can see and smell and touch

and hear, we do not know so much.

Mere words are dark and empty holes

just like our dead and empty souls.

Our pride stands in the way of Christ

while we all think we've sacrificed!

So humbly pray to God above

through miracles of peace and love.

We're like mere words as body dies.

But spirits live above the skies

to see in Heaven all the more -

His miracles, like none before.

©2016 louis gander