Or in the rainbow after a summer evening’s shower?
Or in the hand blistered from creating a home for one who had not?
Or in the fulfilled faces of children
Who won’t go to bed hungry today for the first time in their lives?
or in a friend’s eyes as he wipes tears from your heart?
He cannot be described by an ancient relic or historical artifact.
His face is in all he created.
God’s face is the quiet meadow
As the three week old fawn nurses at her mother’s breast.
God’s face is the laughter of a little boy as he wobbles on his bicycle
Down the sidewalk for the first time without support.
God’s face can be found when we open our hearts to His love.
Is it in the pipe organ that plays a solemn hymn
Or in the screams of a newborn baby as she sucks her first breath?
Or in the whisper of flapping butterfly wings
As a gentle breeze carries it over the rustling grass?
Or in the quiet prayers of children kneeling beside their bed before sleep?
or in the quietness of falling snow under a full moon at midnight?
But the awesome power of His genius.
God’s voice is in all he gave voice to.
God’s voice is heard in the whistle of wind
Through the willows on a country lake sheltered from civilization.
God’s voice is heard in the clap of thunder during August storm.
God’s voice is heard in the last serenade of the crickets
In the cool autumn air.
God’s voice can be heard when we still our hearts to His love.
Or in the soft stroke of a grandmother’s weathered finger’s
On her grandchild’s cheek?
Proclaiming God’s wrath on a street corner
Or in the grasp of a toddler
As he wraps his tiny hand around his father’s finger to guide his first steps?
Or in the silent reward of an unseen kind act?
Or in the strength of another’s shoulder
When yours are too weary from life’s struggles?
But in the indescribable moments when His presence is near.
God’s touch is in the painted face on a purple pansy
Waltzing with a gentle spring breeze.
God’s touch is in the warmth of the sun shining through a frosted window
In the dead of winter.
God’s touch is felt as He guides us through the deep valley
That lies in front of us.
God’s touch is felt when He wraps His unconditional loving arms
Around the child in all of us that longs to call Him Daddy.