On Finding God

Some poets write of finding God
Along a country lane,
Or in the shafts of silver rain.
They hear His whisper
In the long grass by the sea,
Or in a brown bird’s melody.
I found God, too.
Today, I met Him face to face,
In a most unusual place.
For me, His image
Stood out, clear and sweet,
Above a tray of colored pencils
On the corner of a busy city street!