Monday, January 3, 2011

This joyous world!

God speaks to me in a thousand voices
On the trail.
The woods, so silent-appearing
Murmur softly, richly bass,
Each tree and bush adding its note.
I feel them in the soles of my feet,
My heart lies open to them.
I put my hand on the tall snag,
Bare of bark and leaf.
It resonates with immense power,
Thrumming stronger, deeper
Than I can feel from those that live.
It will have its season, too,
And some time future will be
Laid prostrate
In the cycle of life.
This world is magnificent,
Filled with the blessing
Of holy presence.
Even the rocks know
God is here.

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