The monkey sees God in bananas
The tiger sees the divine in his claws
The crow sees God in the worms of the morning
As he cackles, preens, and craws
Man sees God in the unseen
The preacher sees the divine in his words
The zealot sees it in the crowds that gather before him
As he guides them like an unthinking herd
Let your eyes be your faith and your heart
Let your ears hear the sounds of the divine
Let your own steps guide you to your version of God
As I shall let my feet lead me to mine
Gene G. McLaughlin 2020