Morning's Song

In the quiet, peaceful morning

when the world is made of glass,

I like to walk down by the water

and witness Nature's Holy Mass.

When the river's like a mirror

to reflect the shining sky,

the birds will dive and swoop and twitter

for the Father up on high.

From the field mice in the grass

to the bees hung in the tree,

and the blue and snowy herons

wading shallows on backward knee,

Glory resounds across the surface

of the river and the earth.

All of creation sings its song

of redemption and rebirth.

As I walk humbly among them,

their joyful song I share.

More thankfully is my own voice

lifted up in Holy prayer.

*****

Kimberlee Long, February 23rd, 2019