He Is There God comes to us in quiet and simple ways. He is there when the breeze rustles the palm fronds on a quiet, lazy, sunny afternoon. When the raindrops softly patter on the thirsty tin roofs of the poor, he is there. Look for him behind the laughing eyes of a child or smell him in blossoming jasmine flowers on a clear and starry moonlit night. Hold his hand when you take your love by the hand and feel the warmth of his tears as you console a grieving friend in your arms. He is there in a baby's first cry and in the dying man's last sigh. When the waves break on the golden sands and the seagulls fly into the white clouds When the church bells ring on an Easter Sunday inviting you to receive the sacred brad, he is there. Taste him when you bite into the yellow ripeness of a mango or when you quench your thirst with sweet water of a coconut. God comes to us only in quiet and simple ways. Never his presence in violence will you find; never look for him in words of anger or cowardly actions. His love and his peace surround us, above and beyond. And only in those simple, everyday things when we look with our eyes filled with his love can we find him. FOR STUDENTS - HOMEWORK HELP CENTER Are you you working on a School Assignment? Let us help! Techniques this poem uses: This is an example of a free verse poem because it does not follow specific rules. READ MORE ABOUT FREE VERSE POEMS This poem uses the five senses to add more description and create a picture in the mind of the reader. Hearing: When the raindrops softly patter He is there in a baby's first cry Sight: Look for him behind the laughing eyes of a child When the waves break on the golden sands Smell: Or smell him in blossoming jasmine flowers Taste: Taste him when you bite into the yellow ripeness of a mango or when you quench your thirst with sweet water of a coconut. Touch: Hold his hand when you take your love by the hand and feel the warmth of his tears
He is there when the breeze rustles the palm fronds on a quiet, lazy, sunny afternoon.
When the raindrops softly patter on the thirsty tin roofs of the poor, he is there.
Look for him behind the laughing eyes of a child
or smell him in blossoming jasmine flowers
on a clear and starry moonlit night.
Hold his hand when you take your love by the hand
and feel the warmth of his tears
as you console a grieving friend in your arms.
He is there in a baby's first cry
and in the dying man's last sigh.
When the waves break on the golden sands
and the seagulls fly into the white clouds
When the church bells ring on an Easter Sunday
inviting you to receive the sacred brad, he is there.
Taste him when you bite into the yellow ripeness of a mango
or when you quench your thirst with sweet water of a coconut.
God comes to us only in quiet and simple ways.
Never his presence in violence will you find;
never look for him in words of anger or cowardly actions.
His love and his peace surround us, above and beyond.
And only in those simple, everyday things
when we look with our eyes filled with his love
can we find him.
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