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"  

Despite

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Despite

Does love become an antonym

when deflected?

Animosity, enmity, ill will?

Perhaps indifference was your tall shadow

between me and the sun,

my star dulled by your distance,

but not for long.

Learned to search for light,

bent my will towards it;

eventually found it

without your approving eye.

by Margaret Bednar, October 2, 2018

my contribution to "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Physics with Bjorn:  Gravity & Space-Time curvature"  

"Between the Covers"

Between the Covers

Back in the day, summers meant adventure
not only astride pony and bike
but eyes and fingers waltzing pages,

arm-chairing sweltering afternoons
intoxicated with an artist's sleight of hand,
an author's conjuring

and just like that I'd Mary Poppins into each book,
not in lady-like fashion, feet first,
but cannon-ball style,

discipling into Aslan's world,
cow-girling Wyoming's Green Grasses,
sonneting a White Way of Delight

honeycombed within worlds
where characters became friends,
their words sandwiched within me,

nibbled on all these years,
nourishing, thrilling, sharing with my children
cocooned in a hammock come summer.

by Margaret Bednar, April 30, 2018

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - A Final in Verbs - Imagined by Brudberg" a challenge to turn nouns into verbs.

and NaPoWriMo 2018 (30 poems in 30 days)... I competed 29 - missed one day.

The books referred to in this poem are:

Narnia series
Green Grass of Wyoming series
Anne of Green Gables series

I invite you to listen to me read this poem (I have to re-record this as I made a few changes):