Everywhere

Everywhere I see your beauty,
in the flowers, the trees, the fascinating nature.
I also see you in the animals, the children,
in the relationship between
animal or human.

But what about the so called bad situations?
For example the battlefield?
Can I see and find you there?

Even there, where is fear and pain
and people are fighting
where they are killing each other
and wounding there own soul
I can see your beauty.
Between all the blood and dead.
Even here I see you,
between all this people
who seems they don't know what they are doing.
Even here I see you
in the eyes of these soldiers,
those who help each other
and spend consolation to their companion
just to survive in this selfmade hell.
I see you there
in their hearts, in their soul
which are just crying for help
to get out of all this.

Yes my dear father,
you gave the most beautiful presents to human kind:
You have given them the power of decision.
And how could I not see you and your beauty,
in manmade situations, even if they are looking like hell.
Just your major presents could make this happen.