Poetry

I was cleaning out my room when I found this poem I wrote I don't know how long ago. Let me know what you think...

I've never seen God,
but I know how I'll feel
It's people like you
who make him so real
It seems that I pass Him
so often each day
In the faces of people
I meet on my way
He's the stars in the heavens
a smile on a face
a leaf on a tree
a rose in a vase
He's winter and autumn
summer and spring
In short God is every real wonderful thing
I wish I might meet Him
much more than I do-
I would if there were
more people like you.