Avian Chorus {a #poem}

This shady place, shrouded in quiet
and the shushing of trees…
this cathedral of water-sounds
borne on leaves.
Here is worship–
in the wind–
bending carillon chimes
blowing clouds,
leaving blue.
I hear birdsong
as they raise their voices
in praise.
Echoing, answering–
“Do you hear Him?
Is He not wonderful,
our Creator God?”
I concur and continue to
catch the quiet cacophony–
an anthem to His presence–
without any words, save those
written in me.

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16 thoughts on “Avian Chorus {a #poem}

  1. Very pretty poem- and especially the close about the writing in you. (And yes – I have a book under my desk with your name on it. My life has been a bit out of control.) k.

  2. absolutely love it…the awareness…to the sounds of nature…they all groan from creation in praise surely…this is worship…smiles…

  3. Yes, I hear Him. Thank you for this lovely meditation and these peaceful images. Grace to you in Jesus this week. (You are my neighbor at Playdates today.)

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