God’s Fingerprint

Birds grace the air so light with ease,
While green leaves dance in the morning breeze,
Twigs and brush under pressure of time bent,
Still radiate beauty in shadow of God’s print.

Wild animals tend young in dens of fur and grass,
While squirrels gathering nuts scuttle about in a flash,
Foxes, wolves, and hawk’s watchful eyes never relent,
When searching for movement in the furrows of God’s print.

Ocean waves mix with the seas as they rush to shore,
With white waves that carry bits from the ocean floor,
While everywhere along the beaches and rocks they land,
Unaware they rest snugly in the palm of God’s hand.

Babies cry in youth while the old cry with age,
Some extend love or kindness and others give rage,
Many hold dearly all the gifts God has sent,
Other’s wander blindly along the seams of God’s print.

Just minutes since creation and minutes to go,
Many work hard for all the knowledge to know,
The workings of time and space where they rent,
Scientists who try to pave over God’s print.

Still the impressions of all life runs deep,
In beautiful colors and shapes as God keeps,
All safe and warm in the world He has sent,
Covered deep with love in the grooves of His print.

By

Karen Dismore