GOD STOPPED BY

Light gray clouds, rippled and swirled,
Float across the sky.
The sun peeks through a tiny hole,
Its sunbeams flashing by.

A doe steps out from the wooded hill
Into the silken field,
Then stops to graze in measured steps
As I watch from up the hill.

God stopped by to talk with me
On this soft summer day,
By peering through the rippled clouds
And coming out to graze.

By M. Lynell Chamberlain

(M. Lynell Chamberlain is a member of St. John Paul II Parish in Sellersburg.) †

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