The ground

YOU

walk on

“HOLY, HOLY.”, says the bees.

And all in the forest

concure with the trees.

What’s all your fussin’

what’s all your blame?

Take a walk in nature

do you hear it shame?

Of course not!

We, while beggars

see not the trees

or know the sound of eternity

humming like bees.

It takes a broken moment

forged from deep faith

to see the truth in light

from where all

and all

is right.

Metal your efforts

return to child’s play

for Christ has plans

and Christ has ways.

Now go to the Mountain

walk through the blooms and blaze.

Take the hand of Christ

follow all Christ’s ways.

Join the journey

stop to smell the blooms.

Heaven in your heart and mind

has many

many

rooms.