Friday, September 24, 2010

A Day with God

Let the ocean’s rhythmic whoosh linger in your ears
     while you dance with the sandpipers to the seagulls’ song.
Sway to the water’s gentle lap upon the smooth worn rocks
     that wade just beyond the shore.
Your toes sink into the cool wet sand where the water’s edge
     plays its perpetual game of tag with the land.
Abandoned by the water’s retreat, shells and sparkling seaglass
     glisten as they dry.
A wash of colors layers the horizon where water and sky touch, never to part.
     You can almost see where the waves began their quest
     to briefly touch the sand.
Breath deep the salty breeze of the ocean’s kiss.
With a word, I created this.
Be still and know that I am God.

Come with me to the mountain range rising from the earth to touch the sky.
See the river waters stampede over rocky cliffs
     and wind through the lush valleys below.
Drink in the rainbow of wildflowers shimmering like rare gems in the sunlight
     blanketing the hillsides.
The insects’ hum swells as the orchestra for the animals’ choir that echoes
     through the rustling leaves of their forest home.
Hear the moose and coyote harmonize while the eagle sings his solo.
Each bird adding its own sweet trill and in the distance rises
     the bass rumble of the bear.
The fragrance of wood, animal, and flower permeates the air
     and you can taste the aroma.
A cool breeze rushes down from the snowy peaks to greet you.
With a word, I created this.
Be still and know that I am God.

Walk with me as the setting sun shimmers off the golden sea of prairie grass.
A tapestry of reds, oranges, and yellows weaves through
     the endless evening sky
And the fading sunlight glistens off of the network of spider webs that connects
     each blade of grass.
The swish of the wind combing through acres of grass and wildflowers rushes
     to your ear
as the soft graceful sway of the rolling waves of flora waltzes
     across the landscape.
The scent of animal and wildflower carried on the breeze tickles your nose.
Rising up out of the distance comes the lonely howl of the prairie wolf
and the screech of an owl echoes from a single tree on the horizon.
As the day fades, the air begins to cool and the grasshoppers’ lullaby
     rises up around you.
With a word, I created this.
Be still and know that I am God.

I've deliberately not included any photographs with today's post. My hope is that the poem will bring the beauty of God's creation into your heart and your mind through your imagination.

2 comments:

Angie Kay Dilmore said...

Very nice, Maureen. Beautiful poem.

Common Household Mom said...

I love this! You were right to let us create our own images this time. Because it's not just visual. Love the musical and sound imagery. Is one allowed to extract favorite phrases?

"You can almost see where the waves began their quest
to briefly touch the sand."

"Come with me to the mountain range..."

"...as the soft graceful sway of the rolling waves of flora ..."