Sunday, April 18, 2021

Glorified


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:

Jim said...

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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Sanaa Rizvi said...

"Is it possible trees sing for joy, that He holds mountains in His hands?" Sigh.. this is beyond beautiful, Margaret!! ❤️

Fireblossom said...

Nature is very centering and calming. I always find God there.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this. You describe the wonders so beautifully I can see them and almost feel the magic.

Anmol (HA) said...

A beautiful ode to nature through such defining and thoughtful questions!

Revived Writer said...

Beautiful poem, and we can definitely see God in nature.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

How beautifully you have expressed it! And oh, how I agree!

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, nature is my tabernacle. I feel closer to the creator there than anywhere else. Somewhere concrete stole our vision, our connection to nature.

tonispencer said...

Lovely Margaret and so very true. My trees are my cathedral and the birds my choir

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a place of happiness; to be at one with nature anywhere is glorious.

Kim M. Russell said...


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’.

brudberg said...

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.

Magaly Guerrero said...

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.

Thotpurge said...

birds instead of bells,
earth instead of incense,
luminescence instead of stained glass?
- I so relate to that! Couldn't have said it better.

Kerfe said...

A song of joy--something we all need.

Truedessa said...

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.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

grapeling said...

I favor the outdoors, too. ~

Ingrid said...

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.

Brendan said...

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.

colleen said...

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.

Jim said...

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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Torch Song Tango said...

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