Glory be to God
for susurrous* memory,
the quiet whispers of bonny
beach walks sailing over azure skies
born of a windy world.
Efflorescence hurls worlds
of wondrous words, a witness born of 
plentiful peace, sprung from 
a place of singing.
Worshipful worlds of Spirit peace,
sprung from a place of singing.
Praise Him.

In October of 2016 my gifted friend Kimberlee Ireton and I co-facilitated a writer’s retreat for women of faith in the Washington Cascades. One of our gathering times was playing with words–LOTS of words–and paying attention to alliteration and sound in the style of Gerard Manley Hopkins. Kimberlee brought thousands of words to choose from as we wrote our own versions of “Pied Beauty,” the beginning lines of which go like this, “Glory be to God for…..”

*full of whispering sounds
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