Hymns of Praise
On wonder’s threshold with depths uncharted and horizons vast, forgotten to many the hymns of praise and whispers of worship, yet in quiet hours they
June 29, 2025
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On wonder’s threshold with depths uncharted and horizons vast, forgotten to many the hymns of praise and whispers of worship, yet in quiet hours they
Winds pick up, trouble the sea, clouds lower the sky. Where tide meets wind the sea rolls in waves as thought follows feeling. Silence sharpens
I train my eyes upon the living sea, rise and fall and waves of wind, then look upon swaying grass, gone to seed and summer
(for Ann) Silent and beautiful, the artful earth in rising green and silver sea. I drink the free air and let her beauty soak my
Slack tide seas mope about, then silence falls, a welcome blanket. The lure of deep water and gathering night held to the mystery I kneel