Thursday, September 17, 2015


Does God recognize
my intentions;
when I praise him 
in a poem?

When I ponder
his performance
in the theater
of nature?

When I give him
the glory
by sharing the composition
of his creation?

What secret syllables,
what worshiping words
do I need to convert
this fragmented poem
into a personal prayer
of praise?
© 2015 Richard Havenga

Photo Location:

Butchart Gardens - Victoria,  British Columbia