By Lisa Marie Harmon
Does distance-perfect golden sun emit sustaining light?
Does lightning bright with thunder boom a wondrous show ignite?
Do ranges surge forth from the earth? Do Tetons pierce the sky?
Do canyons grand and river’s rage a shocking view supply?
Do far beneath the crusted firm the molten mantles stream?
Do crystal pools of azure blue in mountain valleys gleam?
Is winter cold in farthest north white deep in glacial snow?
Is spring with cherry blossoms pink a certainly to show?
Do creatures strange of deep abyss in lightless pressure thrive?
Do killers breach and dolphins leap? Do seabirds hunting, dive?
Do eagles glide on currents high in swift and glorious soar?
Do redwoods live a thousand years to harbor forest floor?
Does single cell to infant form in less than forty weeks?
Does newborn’s wisdom urge him just and mother’s breast he seeks?
Did all of universal realm, in random chaos form,
Or God but whisper His command and all that is was born?