The God(s) really like for us to notice them

Or at least to see those creatures who are close to their hearts

(This pheasant was calling himself a girlfriend)

How the sun lifts the sky to a color frenzy

Or the moon tries to kiss the stars

I think we really need to stop and just listen to the day’s silence—for within that time

I often feel like we can hear God(s)

From my world to your heart,

Linda