Saturday, October 12, 2013

Joining the Chorus

The forest canopy is like a stained-glass window sometimes. Or is it the other way around?

One leaf at a time, fall colors
replace summer green.
I lift mine eyes into the trees.
The canopy over me
becomes stained-glass window.
My celebrant eyes
become lost in the wild
profusion of praise.

Humbly, silently,
my praise is lifted into the wondrous chorus above.


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