Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The birds sing to you
In early morning
Telling you of eternity
Like the eagle that loops
In slow, wide circles
Over the range
Of bluegray mountains
Or the fish
That suddenly appear
On the surface of the glittering lake.
Holy fish
That swim under cover of water
Doing God’s will all day.
Holy and hidden
They animate the darkest depths and prove
That what seems nothing is everything.

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