Finding God

Breathe on me breath of God
I hear you in the waves
I hear you in the wind
I hear you in the barking
I hear you in the purrs
I hear you in the grunts

All Creation bears you in its heart
Each created thing has its beauty
Man made things are only an echo
All are drawn from God's material
Let us not waste it in ugly things
Like guns and bombs and polluted air

If only we can rise towards the light
And cast away the things of night
We could have a future always bright