They say, “May God be with you,” but I have yet to see what exactly this means outside of nature’s animals and trees.
What does it mean when I help someone or receive by their helping hands?
When I turn to catch understanding of God, it’s something I can’t comprehend.
For in wild flowers there is beauty; in the wildebeest there is grace.
And I’ve seen God in a lover’s eyes before trust had left their face.
