JUANITA GARCIA VERA

JUANITA GARCIA VERA

I Believe

How can I not

Believe in God

When I see HIM

In everything

I see HIM in the

Most delicate

Of flowers

And in the

Thorniest bush

Yet some deny

HE exists

How can I not

Believe in God

When I see

Most beautiful

Mountain scenes,

Rivers great

And small

How can I not

Believe in God

When HE lives in me

When HE laid me

In my mother’s womb

And let me be

To witness HIS Majestic

Hand in everything I see

To hear HIS words

In the heartbeat of a child

To feel him

In the breeze

Surrounding me

Yet some would deny HIM

Nay Sayers

See with their eyes

I see with my heart

I see HE lives

© Juanita García Vera

All  Rights  Reserved… 2015 JGV

Photograph.  Chiapas, México…. © JGV

I Should Have Been A Painter

I should have been a painter

If never, I could write

I’d take the dark and sadness

To hide them deep inside

I’d use the darkest colors

The grays the browns, and black

I’d paint the deepest pain

Into the darkest night

I’d paint the steep abyss

So that my tears could fall

Into the deepest pit

I’d paint a little garden

In which site I could hide

A bench along the river

To sit and wonder why

In here my tears would water

The most astounding hues

The Sunflowers of the morning

The close of evening’s dew

The Jasmin of remembrance

With fragrance sweet as spring

And when the long cold winter

Would lead my heart to brood

My Heart would  bleed  in colors

To ward away the blues

And when I felt the darkness

And sadness  settle in

A lullaby from Heaven

Would rock my restless sleep

I’d paint my way to Heaven

With colors softly blue

Just like the rivers grand

Just like the mountains blue

The distance grows much closer

Each night I paint the views

In that which I am lacking

HE softly colors in

With colors of the sunshine

And moonbeams in my view

He comforts me in moments

With light of morning dew

In God’s majestic painting

No words could ever write

All that my Heart is feeling

All that my eyes are seeing

The most amazing colors

That I have ever seen

If I had never written

I’d want to be a painter

To paint the sights

In view

© Juanita Garcia Vera

All Rights Reserved JGV 2017

Photograph Parque Nacional Montebello, Chiapas, Mexico JGV

Faith In Science

Some see miracles everywhere

Some see miracles   never

In between Belief and Love

Faith lives

Miracles wave far

From the eyes of disbelief

While they read Darwin

Finding patterns and solutions

To life’s mysteries

Calling miracles a rouse

Making light of all believers

Saying, “  How come miracles  occur

Only to the uneducated  poor” ?

Science is the one true source

That one can conclude

Will answer our questions

But the worm of doubt

Digs deep, gnawing

To carve out the truth

Miracles happen everyday

When your heart is open

When your Heart can see

Through the shadows lurking

Rays of Sun do truly warm

To our hearts delight

HIS   arms

Like trees give shade

To escape the plight

While the Soul

Does thirst for love

HIS Love flows in the river

From the waters ever clear

I’m bathing in HIS   stream

Miracles are you and I

And all the things I see

You can put your faith in Science

 I have all my Faith in HIM

© Juanita Garcia Vera

All Rights Reserved JGV 2017

Photograph   Baobab Tree,  Africa….Juanita Garcia Vera

JUANITA GARCIA VERA