Roadside Flowers

A philosopher once asked, "Where is God?" 
The Christian answered, 
Let me first ask you, where is he not?"

John Arrowsmith

Along the roadside 

A stream of flowers flutter and fly in the wind 

Looking as if a flower shop's delivery truck 

Has sprung a leak,

As if an artist dribbled every color

On the wayside grass

Too intent on painting to notice,

Spring showers splashed and the colors ran

Sun streamed down and the dropped blossoms

Multiplied;  

So without any cooking at all

I feast on soul food.