RELIGION Poem: Finding God, by Carol Flythe

I found God in my backyard,
not in pews on a Sunday morn.
In the cardinal’s cry, orange-beaked, bold,
in earth’s warm pulse beneath bare toes,
in the tang of a rainstorm’s brewing breath.

No dogma spoke His truth to me—
His words hummed soft on the wind,
like my Papaw’s voice, low and kind,
reading tales of hope, of love,
of sacrifice—roses red as grace in the rain.

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