This is a poem I wrote in the height of spring this year. For some reason, I was inspired to post it now.
every green thing is worshiping You
leaves and needles shimmer like
faraway stars when the wind runs by
branches and even entire trees that
branches and even entire trees that
don’t seem to have a proper place
teach those who will see how to praise in their own unique way
and the green we don’t often notice
and the green we don’t often notice
– moss, algae – are examples
of your steadfastness and gentleness
the insects green
Your vim and creativity
those greens some call weeds are
Your ceaseless pursuit after man’s heart
and the greens wrapped up tight,
tucked away in light
refracted by water and precious stones
refracted by water and precious stones
on earth, by dust in space are
a glimpse into Your mystery
Turn our ears!
For of new life found in You
green is whispering
green is whispering
From the City of Angels
Livin his dream
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