On a clear day...almost complete silence...look up in the sky...
the herd now slowly is migrating eastward...
countless puffs of cotton, as it were...
so very many of them in my vision
that those on the horizon fade to blur;
the movement of them slowly is determined
by the breathing of the tending One;
and, as I witness oh, such wondrous beauty,
proudly I proclaim "I am His son!"
Did you see God's fingerprints on your day at all?
Do you have time to notice the slightest of proof?
Make time. You'll be glad you did.