A thousand images of God I see,
though none are graven, all are our creation,
in quiet ways they come to visit me,
and stir my feverish imagination.
It's only in the dark that I can spy
the outline of His image coming near,
I have to concentrate as it slips by,
to figure out and make the meaning clear.
Each image shows a quality of His,
I get some little glimpses of His face,
I sense a little better Who He is,
and gain again a garland of His grace.
O God, You deign to show another view
to one anew Who's interested in You.
-- by Pete Voelz 1/07
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