You,

who loves to breathe the mountain air,

to see the the scrub jays hopping here and there,

to listen as the winds through tall pines blow,

to feel the frigid stream through fingers flow,

to smell the campfire wafting in the breeze,

to taste wild berries picked on hands and knees,

to wrestle with and win a wild trout;

You,

who stands with splendor all about;

Know this:

there is a God

and through creation

He has Himself made known.

So if your heart has lately hardened grown,

look again.

For God has thus revealed Himself to you

and having sight leaves man without excuse.

by Julie McEntee

from “On Eshom Creek: Poems for Anglers Young and Used-to-be”