In Many Ways

by lynnkennison

Through a dog’s sigh

with a child’s smile

when a stranger says hello

as a friend says goodbye

a small rustling in the leaves

a beautiful flower behind glass

that moment the door is held open

basking in a warm glance

a shooting star overhead

prelude to a dream

the morning sun sneaking in

but I can stay in my bed

as the music plays

while standing in line

my favorite song coming on

by myself, but not alone

in many ways, He speaks to me