[Curious]

I see his blood upon the rose,
And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see His face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice-and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever- beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with ever thorn,
His Cross is every tree.

Joseph Mary Plunkett (1879-1916).

[LittleRed]

Beautiful...

[starbright]

Yes. Jesus to be found in all of nature if we care to look for Him. All things around us remind us of and bring us to God.