Creation Song

“The world is charged with the grandeur of God…”
                                                      Gerard Manley Hopkins

Raised are the palms of maple leaves,
Gently swaying in the breeze.

A dragonfly goes darting by:
The flash of blue transparent wings.

Violet, pink, and yellow gems –
Bend towards me on regal stems.

So I sit and cast my gaze
On creation’s inviting maze.

The lake reflects the sun’s delight –
Stratus clouds sail out of sight.

The breeze it fades and all is still –
Except the inkling of my will:

Like the pine across the way,
I will stand within my day –

Roots in revelation,
Casting illumination.