What’s that, God?
You want me so say something with my life today?
Something that compares with the soft pink sweetness
of this dawn’s early light,
something that will stand the test of time
like the live oaks and bristlecone pines and redwoods,
their ancient limbs springing ever upward in your praise?
You want me to speak the same
“Be still and know that I am God” message
sung by the finches breaking fast at my feeder?
You want me to offer strength as serene as an ocean at rest,
as mirthful as a woodland stream after a summer’s storm?
You want me to act with the immutable boldness of mountains,
with the kaleidoscopic joy of their due encrusted meadows?
You want me to beam the sun’s light and warmth and life
everywhere I go in your world today?
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