God Is In the Silence

I'm currently reading a book called All the Light We Cannot See, and I have been wanting to try to write something with that line in mind. 

God is the wind beneath my wings
allowing me to soar.
God is the warm summer rain falling through the foliage
allowing me to grow.

God is the glistening dew
that settles on the petals of wildflowers,
adding jewels to their colorful crowns,
reminding me of the blessing found
in shedding ones own tears.

God is the sun that warms my back,
reminding me it's there
even when my back is turned,
even when I sometimes choose
to lose myself in the shadows I cast upon the ground.

God is in all the light we cannot see
between the raindrops and the breeze.
God is in all the light we cannot see,
the light that burgeons out from opening hearts
and blossoms from open hands.

God is in the silence,
in the peaceful stillness that wraps around you
as you prepare to go to sleep.
God is in the melody birds offer us each morning.
God is in the breath I breathe, in the love I give, and in the words I share.