I wrote this poem a number of years ago, but reworked it a bit recently.  To me it clearly falls into the category of praising creation, as the Psalms do.  This piece is my modern take on that form.




Natural Epiphanies

Among the smokestacks, buildings,
pollutants, steel, 
of my childhood town
God was an abstraction,
impenetrable.

But camping in wild hills
of white tails and hemlock
I could feel God's glory.

The stretches of wild blackberries and huckleberries,
The shimmering aspen leaves,
The coy May appl...

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