Why spin and toil trying to tame the madness of a world in flames can you pour oceans in a cup or cram a redwood in a box can man make seasons skip its time can wind be slowed or told to stop The wildness is a sign from God the rhythm rests on Him alone the earth is not machine nor prop but gift and joy – a living home This world demands the highest price attention, time – our gaze and care to steward is the call of life devotion flows from only there Since every stream and hill can dance and every scrub jay twirl and sing we too should join the ancient cry and with creation, praise we bring
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One of my favorite verses the past couple years has been Luke 5:16
But Jesus Himself would often slip away to the wilderness and pray.
I just love how much this verse says. Jesus, yearning for connection with the father, retreated from the noise of civilization and to the still symphony of His creation.
This poem of yours brought that to mind for me.