This Is God

The calm, cool air holds me in a soft embrace.
I lay on the grass, my golden hair encircling my face.
The leaves whisper secrets as they rustle in the breeze.
I inhale the scent of roses and pine trees.
I smile. "This is God," I think.
I try to keep my eyes open, afraid to blink.
I take in my surroundings, for I fear
that if I blink, this moment will disappear.

The Sign of the Cross

God the Father: We touch our mind,
where He always will be.
God the Son: We touch our heart,
for He is in you and me.
God the Holy Spirit: We touch our shoulders,
which is where the Spirit rests,
leaning toward our ears,
and whispering God's every request.