A Poem

God with us,

the majesty of creation,

the glory of the creator,

the joy of being His children,

Spectacular,

pure and simple.

His hand is everywhere,

in the smallest of flowers,

in the grandest of trees,

in the largest of needs.

God with us,

in our darkest of hours,

the coldest of nights,

the starkest of fears.

God with us,

wherever He leads,

we will follow,

until we catch His hand.

Reach out,

and let Him lift you up,

feet swinging

and heart open.

Christina Sinisi, unknown date (from the back of my desk drawer).