Once uplifted from the ground,
I found vantage views profound.
From the fragrance of crackling fire,
Briefly watched, burning embers glow.
Captured sight of stars and moon ignite.
Eyes dimmed by fatigue.
Morning star gently whispering the hint
Of a promised seed.
Moved by majestic mountain peaks.
Pinnacles pointing skyward as a steeple.
Winding roads carved of rock, by clever people.
Too steep to glimpse upon the abyss below.
(Solely disclosed as so frightfully deep!)
Floundered in a trance, at the appearance
Of the sea.
Uncomprehending a vastness - not for mortals
And marveled in disbelief - There's no God, here?
Unearthed a great rock, on the coast.
Springs of water rushed - gushed out as a ghost.
Peered under a little boulder,
And witnessed the lowly sea-worm
Sheltered by the king crab
As tides subside.
Engulfed by the mouth of a mighty river.
Its ominous under-currents will make one shiver.
In close - a flood of one's heart - next
To its tributary, withheld from one's memory.
Took in the city's skyline.
And marveled at man's ability
To create or destroy - if so inclined,
Reflecting an aura of greater design.
Later messed and in regress
I stumbled into church,
And glanced upon Jesus' face.
In Him alone - found amazing grace!
My quest confirmed - a prevailing belief.
God was present in all sights... I've searched!
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