Come Know the Father

God speaks to me in many ways.
He always has since the early days.
Even as a child I became aware .
For my senses made me know He was there.
I felt the summer's warm breeze.
As it tugged on my dress's sleeve.
I heard the soft winds rustle.
As it began to gradually bustle,
The tall grass and fallen leaves.
He spoke to me through the sound of birds.
For, no sweeter sound could be heard.
He let me know the world was clean again.
Through the smell after a gentle rain.
I felt His Presence when the winter snows
Touched my head, my face and my nose.
But I saw His beauty so much more,
When I witnessed an eagle begin to soar.
He speaks through the taste of a ripe peach.
Picked from a tree heavily laden so we can reach.
Man was given five marvelous senses it's clear.
If nothing else but to know His Presence here.
So you see God has a language all His own.
We just have to be alert to what we're shone.
The day will come when subliminal signs
Make way for Heavens glorious designs .
Hoping someday to know His saving love.
When we join Him in mansions above.

© Carol G (Cali) Oliver