I have not seen His face, but
have I seen evidence of its radiance?
Perhaps I have seen it in the sunshine
that bathes the day and warms the earth
and reflects in its waters.
I have not felt the comfort of His touch,
or, have I...
in the cleansing rain, the gentle breeze,
the caress of snowflakes?
I have not heard His voice, or does it sound like
the whisper of wind in the leaves,
the chuckle and rush of mountain streams,
and the sternness of thunder?
How can I know He lives?
He has smiled upon me, He has
touched my heart; He speaks to me.