Glorified
Which is more radiant,
a sunbeam or moonbeam?
Why am I so happy standing
beneath maple and mountain ash,
joining leafy arms praising,
birds instead of bells,
earth instead of incense,
luminescence instead of stained glass?
How is it at night,
it's silence that glorifies,
the soft chirping, the low hoot,
the sliver of light outlining your cheek,
the moon that serves as Host?
Is it possible trees sing for joy,
that He holds mountains in His hands?
When did we stop listening,
stop observing, stop learning
from that which He created?
by Margaret Bednar, April 29, 2019
Reposted and linked with "Earthweal Open Link Weekend #65" a poem I wrote about two years ago...
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Poems in April - Asking a Question" Don't get me wrong, I think the sanctuary, tabernacle, the Mass is an important part of my worshipping, but I find being in nature can be just as magnificent.
Also linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Platform Tuesday"
23 comments:
Beautiful, Margaret. What we make and are sooo proud of our accomplishments no way will compare with the wonders of God.
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"Is it possible trees sing for joy, that He holds mountains in His hands?" Sigh.. this is beyond beautiful, Margaret!! ❤️
Nature is very centering and calming. I always find God there.
I love this. You describe the wonders so beautifully I can see them and almost feel the magic.
A beautiful ode to nature through such defining and thoughtful questions!
Beautiful poem, and we can definitely see God in nature.
How beautifully you have expressed it! And oh, how I agree!
Yes, nature is my tabernacle. I feel closer to the creator there than anywhere else. Somewhere concrete stole our vision, our connection to nature.
Lovely Margaret and so very true. My trees are my cathedral and the birds my choir
This is a place of happiness; to be at one with nature anywhere is glorious.
That first question is a good one – I’ve never compared sunbeams with moonbeams. My favourite stanza is:
‘How is it at night,
it's silence that glorifies,
the soft chirping, the low hoot,
the sliver of light outlining your cheek’.
I love this... and also how much questions are suitable to getting closer to religion... alas most religions today give us answers instead of welcoming questions.
I will never understand anyone who fails to hear or appreciate the voice of Nature. How deaf can a soul afford to be, while still claiming to be alive?
Such wonderful questions, Margaret.
birds instead of bells,
earth instead of incense,
luminescence instead of stained glass?
- I so relate to that! Couldn't have said it better.
A song of joy--something we all need.
Nature is a sanctuary and I often need a drink from the well. All we need do is pause and we will feel connected to bird song.
I believe they do sing for joy. The other side of that is the fear they must feel, as the grappleyarders come to mow them down. Lovely to see you at earthweal, Margaret.
I favor the outdoors, too. ~
Nature's cathedral is the most beautiful and profound. I don't know when we stopped listening, but we need to start again.
P.S. I sent you an email last week but I'm not sure you got it. It's about a book I'm working on. If you're interested, please drop me a line at experimentsinfiction@protonmail.com.
Beautiful Margret. It's evident the communion of one church slides easily into the communion of the wild here. They are of the same spirit. Thanks for sharing at earthweal.
I think the moon is like poetry and the sun is like prose. We take the sun for granted but the moon we have to choose to meet. And the stars....wow.
Margaret, I am sooo glad to see this again. Both in the privilege of reading it again but also to see, and hear, that you are able to rejoin the group. You were missed and being prayed for.
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Margaret, the moon as host is haunting and powerful. Also, I miss trees. I live near the ocean (and NOTHING wrong with that) but if I had my druthers it would be trees.
Kelly
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