I spoke to God and thought
I heard God speak to me.
It was a bumblebee,
Unfortunately.

You spoke to God and thought
God spoke to you.
It was a bird
And away it flew.

We spoke to God and thought
God didn’t speak to us.
God speaks through birds and bees,
Some say even shrubs and trees.
What’s all the fuss?

St. Paul said that God, the Creator,
Is revealed in nature.
Maybe nature we should hear
And listen to God
Speaking to our hearts
Through our ears.

At least God didn’t say,
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.”