It Is Good
It is through the silence I recognize the good.
I see it in the trees,
Within the singing birds,
Who sing a hymn that reassures my purpose.
I see it in the animals,
Who sing off hope, off innocence, off freedom.
I see it on a leaf,
The dew that resides while the angels rejoice in tears.
And finally, I see it in the creatures who walk on all fours, then on twos, then on threes.
Oh, what a beautiful sight to behold.
One that is so wholesome, so pure, so marvelous.
It is I who sees the goodness of creation.