God is in the midst of the city: Psalm 46:5

where buildings kiss the cobalt sky
and cars squeeze through concrete canyons
and the homeless sleep on park benches
and grey suits scramble for appointments
God is present

where a few blocks separate rich from poor
and handguns don't separate men from boys
and murals splash the building walls with color
and freeways feed downtown like veins to the heart
God is present

where youth struggle to make it out of the projects
and flowers grow up through the cracks in the sidewalk
and cathedrals echo with their empty pews
and a mother prays as she sends her child off to school
God is present....still

God in All Directions: a poem by Leo Hartshorn

the muted greens
of the winter forest
enfold me
dew glimmers
on the earth's floor
my breath fogs
the icebox air
bare trees point bony fingers
to God in all directions
in silence
I taste
the wonder of winter
like an icicle