Northwoods Hymn

In the northwoods
God whispers in the
soft tenor rustle of
birch leaves dancing
in the winds as they come
sweeping across
blue silk waters
decorated in fine white lace.

In the northwoods,
God giggles in the
rich bass of a bullfrog
in the lazy jazz of a
loon tremolo
in the soft murmur
of a duckling
in the faithful gurgle
of lake lapping
shore.

In the northwoods
God loves
in the simple silence
and spacious solitude
of sweet repose
of quiet thoughts
grown meditatively
open and brave enough
to breathe God in
like air
to bathe in Him
like water
to grow in Him
like the prairies
to live in Him
and live
and live
and live.






Lively 6/26/2012