Nature's Revelations: God Speaks Through Beauty
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

THESE FESTIVE MAY MORNINGS
Camp Lake, WI

Its seed-pods ripe
in Spring's abundance,
full, like green udders
clustered on her branches;
the Grandmotherly Maple
that graces our porch.

The luscious days pass,
and the pods have browned,
readied to offer their gift.
Playful breezes come,
shear and fling flocks of them,
whirligigs spinning, frisky as butterflies.
Joy. Exuberance. Fall where they may
— on the lawn, the sidewalk, under nearby cars.
The marvel of watching them
these weeks make me witness, again,
to God's whimsical artistry.

 

 

 

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