A Psalm of Early Spring

inspired by Psalm 29
Deborah Beach Giordano
© January 12, 2012

The Beloved speaks
and the earth weeps for joy,
fields array themselves in emerald splendor,
flowers burst forth from the ground,
pines lift up their branches in praise,
willows bow their heads in awe,
oaks tremble in ecstasy,
and ferns swoon in delight.

Breezes swirl across
the ice blue sky
trailing wispy clouds
above the still, shimmering lake,
melting snows
rush down the mountainsides
becoming whirling, surging, streams.

In the forest shadows
wolves sing psalms of gratitude,
awakening drowsing bears,
while curious trout
explore the thawing river’s depths;
robins and swallows,
geese and wrens and chickadees
are filled with a sudden, urgent longing
to return to a place they’ve never seen.

The voice of the Lord
sets the world alight
with the radiant beauty
of springtime
when all creation
comes alive
shouting, “Glory!”

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I am a struggling Christian, committed pacifist, near-obsessive recycler, incurable animal lover, inveterate tree-hugger; a nature mystic, a socialized introvert, an advocate for the vulnerable, an opponent of exploiters.
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