Glimpses of God

There are glimpses of God
in the snow-covered chill
that seeps in the doorways
and the windowsills
and blushes the boys
as they sled down the hill
to the twirling of girls
on the pond scarred and still.

There are glimpses of God
in the spring of the earth.
The song of surprise
that breaks forth at birth.
The hello of hope
that wakes up our worth.
The laughter of love
that heals with its mirth.

There are glimpses of God
in the summertime plays
that pose like tulips
in a backyard parade.
The gossip of crickets
as the sun has its way
with the warm and the wind
and the dandelion days.

There are glimpses of God
in the dying of things.
The autumn of hearts,
the fluttering of wings.
The face of farewell
in the stares of suffering.
The falling of leaves
such a long way from spring.

It's all we'll remember,
As angels applaud,
The traces of tender,
The glimpses of God.