July 20, 2017
A poem I wrote for my mom because she always saw the wonder.
“Oh! Look!”
A window of awe opened, a curtain of wonder parted
and Dad would slam on the brakes.
It wasn’t ever a UFO or even a giant bear,
But a field mounded with ripe pumpkins, or sunbeams cracking a black cloud.
We would snicker in the backseat, their reactions were so different.
But,
the picture taken with wonder remained. And then I knew,
The Lord is great and greatly to be praised,
And my mother taught me to declare His wonders.
NPR had a story* this week about, “forest bathing”. The gist of it was teaching people to observe nature while walking in it, unplugged. My mother taught me that decades ago.
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