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"