This is dedicated to my mom, who can rhyme anything at the drop of a hat.  It comes hard for me, but to her, no effort.  It’s truly a gift of hers.  As you get older, you begin to see the gifts in yourself, and where they came from.  As I get older, I can see that I get my love of cooking and baking from my dad and his mom, my grandma, and I can see I get my love of words, and writing, from my mom.  So this one is for her.

     I see Your glory

     In a painted sunset

     At night.

     In a sunrise

     As I open my eyes

     To Your new day.

     I see Your glory

     In a baby’s smile

     A thunderstorm

     As rains pour

     And lightning

     Streaks across the sky.

     I see Your glory

     As I drive through our nation.

     You have given us

     So much

     Grand Canyon

     Pacific Ocean

     Rocky Mountains

     All carved by Your Hand.

     I see Your glory

     In apples, carrots, squash

     The wagging of a dog’s tail

     My flowers out front

     In spring.

     I see Your glory

     I see Your splendor

     I see who You are

     And Your love to me.*