Sean Redenbaugh

Poetry

I Feel Him

I smell Him on the gentle windsIn spring that pass me byI see Him in the sunlit fieldsAnd in the summer sky

I hear Him in the finch’s songSo pure and full of graceAnd taste Him in the morning rainsThat falls upon my face

And every second of my lifeAnd all that I exploreI pray will bring me closer stillTo feel and Love Him more