I saw you today
in the still hold of a raindrop
on a curled fern frond,
But I wasn’t fooled by the size
I’ve seen your same design
in the Whirlpool galaxy on high
Your fingerprints there,
lazily left behind,
for us to find.
Did you think we wouldn’t catch you out?
Your glory splashed across the sky
Spilled in splatterings of grace,
Galaxies of glory whirling by
before our eyes,
Everywhere your grace I find,
Your grace I find.
Stars Photo Credit: NASA and STScI Hubbl Site.org