God Made All This

    “God Made All This,” Ensign, July 1983, 7

    God Made All This

    I walked the sands that hold the ocean

    and saw the sea in ceaseless motion.

    I climbed the driftwood, bleached and grey,

    piled high by tides along the way.

    I glimpsed the shape of distant ships

    and tasted salt upon my lips.

    I watched the gulls all flying high

    and saw the clouds go drifting by.

    I searched for pebbles shining bright,

    and found rare shells, all pearl white.

    I held a chambered nautilus,

    and felt the fog’s soft, mist-thrown kiss.

    I heard the winds,

    low muted, blowing,

    And felt a peace that comes with knowing—

    a quiet bliss:

    God made all this.