God is in the trees and the rustle of leaves
The happiness in my son’s laughter
The crunch of gravel under your shoes
The sea shells on the beach and the wind in your hair
He is in the rush of water against your hand and the tear running down your cheek
And maybe the question that should be asked is
Where is he not
M.A.P
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