Monday, September 7, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 48


I need not wander far afield
To be at one with God
I take Him with me
Where’er I go
‘Neath nature’s canopy.
’Tis thus I come among my bees
To gather bounteous fare;
’Tis God in all of nature:
I know that He is there.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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