A poem I wrote...

Let me Your glory see:
in Thee my Source
of living be. 

Teach me to look for You:
in wilder hues,
in deeper blues.

Teach me to seek Your face:
in tree and leaf,
in every place.

Teach me Your hand to take:
in those innate
whom You create.

This world, though not as it should be,
holds wonder, glory, hope for me.