I see You in everything

The words in Your book remain
scribbled in my heart,
in memory to retain
and from them I cannot part.

If loving You
is a true art,
like a colouring with its own unique hue
then from its principles I cannot depart

as I see You in everything
in everyone’s face
even in the early spring
in every season, time and place:

Even in the blue sky, there are praises due to You
as if to You, everything beautiful remains true.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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