Poetry in Motion

Father, I have seen you...

I have seen your fingerprints in the leaves, the art of detail so clear to the eye. 

I have heard your voice in the crashing on the waves.

I have felt you when the wind rushes past me, reminding me to breathe even when it seems the hardest to do.

I have seen your beauty in the smiles of my friends. I have seen your grace in the kindness of others.

I have seen your heart in the way the sun still relentlessly rises for a new day, you shine a new light with new chances everyday. I have seen your grace in the way that even at night surrounded by darkness the moon still shines, still that ongoing hope and comfort.

I have seen your artwork among the petals of the flowers, the proof that your love is ongoing. Always growing and even if it goes unnoticed like the flowers among a path. Your love is pursuing, unending.

Just like the waves your love is reckless, and encompassing.

I can most clearly hear your voice in nature, among the trees, among the birds that sing, and the winds that move the trees. I see the evidence of your handiwork all around

— love + grow, A.S.