Interlude

Walk in the Woods
Softly
Disturb nothing.
Listen.
The leaves are singing hymns.
Look.
Let yourself see:
In the quiet noise of the woods
A soul can glimpse a world
Moved by a better
Godliness.

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"Be glad that You have made blue for the sky, and the color green that fills these fields with praise." (-The Color Green, Rich Mullins)

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7 Responses to Interlude

  1. Beautiful. I’ve always loved the sound of a breeze in the trees.

  2. Jason says:

    So much beauty and meaning packed into so few words! Thanks for posting this.

  3. Quite lovely. Well done.

  4. Isaac Bickerstaff says:

    “Until one is mauled by a bear, / bitten by a rattlesnake, / and staggers off of a cliff / to reflect, as nighttime brings hypothermia / and starvation / that nature’s sometimes not / what it’s cracked up to be. / Until then, it’s a all very awesome.”

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