One present

Only eight more days till your birthday, Jesus... I swore to myself that I would not make a Christmas post, but oh well. Here's one of your presents at least.

God Dwells Among the Leaves

I’ve searched for God in canyons deep
And in the howling rain,
I’ve sought his face on mountain steep
And licking, lambent, flame.

I’ve listened to the violent sea
In hopes to hear the voice
Of Him, whom all must bend their knee
Upon His slightest choice.

But yet, the canyon was too bleak
To house a Lord of Light;
The rain, and sea, and mountain peak
Hid Him from my sight.

So, broken, I through fields did walk
Among the yellow wheat;
And studied keenly every stalk
That drooped around my feet.

Then realized I that, though the sky
Roars with wrath of thunder
God whispers to the child nigh,
Sleeping softly under;

So while the wind might whistle loud
As it blows among the trees,
My God lives quiet on the ground
And dwells among the leaves.