"all creation bowed in worship..."

 "all nature
teaches
God's love
to man..."
- m. b. eddy

i sit at your
feet
waiting

i need to know
how to
love

how to be as instant as
the chamomile
that raises her head
from the lifted
boot heel
and breathes a perfumed
sigh upon
its
retreating step

i ache to find the
place in me
that loves with the
devotion of
a dove,
and waits as patiently
as a frozen
river for
the sun's soft kiss
to waken her
each
spring

i curl myself against
the gnarled oak
and listen for her
guidance --
how to bend towards the light,
and lean into the wind.
how to not be so burdened
by the weight of
cold indifference,
or uprooted from her sense of
place
and purpose
when floods descend
and there is
nothing left to
hold her
here

i watch the eagle,
the heron,
the teal
fearless in their trust
that
unseen
thermals will lift them,
hold them,
raise them up
and i
pray my trust in
what I cannot
see is
greater than my
faith in
what seems so
solid,
and yet
promises nothing but
its history of
empty clay pots
filled with
disappointed
hopes

i turn my face to catch
the last ray of
sun before it descends
behind a western range
and discover that
i am not alone,
but surrounded by
a universe
bowed in worship,
all creation
seeking
His face,
hungering for His
message of
Love

"be
kind
to
one
another"

He
whispers
and
we sigh
in
unison

oh, yes


we
remember

to be kind




"Nature's
first and last lessons
teach man
to be kind...”

~ ibid.