God is

sitting

as I do every morning

sipping coffee

watching the day emerge from the darkness of night

 

watching the one

small

brilliant spot of light

grow

and multiple

until the green of the field is 

dappled with joy

 

seeing the blossoms

gently dance

in a gentle breeze

 

and the mother deer

carefully edging through the tree

with her baby

ah, no

with two babies

 stopping to let have a morning snack

 

watching the mighty hunter

calico coat ablaze

stalk the quail 

who are almost as big as she

 

looking up through soaring trees

to a sky that is

so blue

 

 

God is