Existence
The fool says in his heart, "There is no God."
How can one deny the existence of
our glorious Creator. I feel Him
when the cool breeze dances across my skin,
and when the sun warms my face. I see Him
in the flap of wings and the scamper of paws.
one held to the earth, by grace; the other
also, lifted to the heavens. I hear
Him in the coyote's howl, the bird's call,
as if the sound of trumpets are ringing,
announcing the arrival of the King.
By Kai Foust
