natural awe
the world is green around me
and i hear the gentle whisper
of the wind in the leaves
it speaks to me –
telling me to
watch and listen
watch –
listen –
the cricket’s music
is a sort of basso continuo
to the trilling birdsong
the hoot of the owl
and the scampering claws of the squirrel
an old railroad track winds through
the undulating countryside into the distance
veiled behind lush foliage growing
along the accompanying ditches
the setting sun is a
vast pregnant orange globe
on the purple horizon
golden light streaming through
tender leafy boughs
a great winged bird soars
high overhead
outstretched wings limned
against the pristine blue sky
the yellow-bellied woodpecker
performs a drum roll
for the purple martin alighting on a
nearby fence post
while barn swallows and field sparrows
dart and play among the trees
a mallard launches itself from the
surface of a small reed-fringed pond –
its wings beating fury into the air
as it skims the sprouts and stalks rising up
from the murky green water
all this i stand within –
woven into this tapestry of life
watching
listening
overcome not by the beauty of it
but by the fact that it exists at all
2 comments:
Excellent! I'm glad you're doing this,and I look forward to reading your posts.
Your comments on prayer are illustrative of many other religous misconceptions people have. Often if one were to use even the slightest of their critical faculties, they would ask blatantly obvious questions of themselves and that would lead them inexorably to a clearer understanding of why what they think they understand, they really do not. And unquestioned faith is not FAITH at all. Rather it is simply blind belief and almost always, inaccurate or untrue.
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