Poem: Perfect

7A7C9241-DB6F-4D28-A5B2-23105E6BEC09The birds all sing without concern

For how their song might sound.

Quietly the water runs atop the rock

Without knowing where it’s bound.

With the wind sway the trees

The rustling leaves their royal crown

As the light breaks through 

And dances on the ground.

This beauty and this balance

Abundant life in harmony

But man will burn and chop and pave

The irreplaceable for a penny. 

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A Prayer (1)

Adonai, I hear Your praise

in the rumbles of the thunder

in the warbles of the songbird

in the dancing of the leaves.

 

Elohim, I feel your presence

in the warmth of the sunlight

through the softness of your grass

by the washing of your waves.

 

Lord, I hear your cry

in the plea of the hungry

Through the weeping of the lonely

By the lament of the mourning.

 

O God, I know communion

through palms pressed together

By the lifting up of voices

in the sharing of oneself.

 

And to You goes my worship;

to You, Lord, goes my praise.

To You, Abba, I cry out;

to you I give all my days.