Written in the trees

In winter
   bare-limbed trees
outside my window
   speak to me of God.

Traced in tangled
   boughs I see
a  ❤️, an X, an O
   symbols 
that sing of 
   God’s great love.

Only to cheerless, 
   earthbound thought
is Love invisible.
   Look up and out, 
and in reflecting Love
   find heaven. 

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