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. Thanks, Karin. Happy to be 'under foot'. Hope things get back more to center soon. j.

  2. yes, the trees clap and wave their hands–yay God! they say.
    Thanks for your kind words, Brian.

  3. 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.

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

  5. Lovely. Thank you for sharing this beauty, Jody! I want to come worship with you 🙂

  6. 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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