Monday, July 11, 2011

God's Nonchalance

The speckled egg,
The sunlight's dance,
Oh, how I love God's nonchalance!
The prickly pinecone on the moss
That some tree happened to toss:
It all looks like play,
In a happy sort of way.
He likes to frolic in Nature
Is my conjecture.
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