God Is Here.While thrushes make the woods rejoice. I touch His robe each time I place My hand against a pansy's face. I breathe His breath if I but pass Verbenas trailing through the grass. God is here! From every tree His leafy fingers beckon me. __Madeleine Aaron |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 15
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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