Is That You?

I turned over a rock, I held a leaf in my hand. I saw the glitter in the desert sand. I said God, is that you I see? And he answered, 'yes juan, it's me. now I don't pretend I talk to God, When I look for seeds inside a pod. Or when I feel the breeze upon my face, Or see the clouds of paper lace. But I know he's there just the same, After all, what's in a name? I know he's there, looking over me, If not for him, where would I be. So don't look for answers in some far off place, The answer is there, before your face. 7/3/12 Alton Texas