It's hard to see you sometimes
But sometimes
In the scudding of clouds in a pearlescent sky
In boats sailing on the river
In soft rain on a spring day
In the sparkle of frost on the pavement
In a harvest moon
Indigo sky studded with diamonds
In the peal of church bells on any day
In the colours of autumn and the smoke of wood fires
In the promise of new life when buds come
in the faithful love of many years and
In the hazy eyes of newborns
I think I do.