Drops of God

Drops of God
Brush against my windowpane
Golden is the sun
Expanding across the great blue
Wind enveloping the atmosphere
Sweeping like His breath
Clouds part and the heavenly heights
Bloom in enraptured glory
Mysteries of creation
Reveal themselves subtlety
On the wings of a dove
Snow covered mountains
Rolling on blades of grass
Trembling on tree limbs
Rippling in child's laughter
Folding in loving arms
Caressing eyelids in sleep