An Acrostic Poem: ‘God, in nature’
N Nightingale singing in the darkness.
A Agriculture feeding the world.
T Trees, home for the birds and bugs, and fruit for all.
U Umbellifers: from carrots to cow-parsley.
R Rivers, from source to sea.
E Eagle . . . Majestic . . . On Eagles Wings!
A Poem
Beautiful nature, rain and snow,
prove to me how far you’ll go.
Bless my eyes, begin the show,
the lovely world that God has grown.
Shallow water: weave and flow ,
the blessed Spirit, he claims his own.
A Poem
For every star I see in the night sky,
a thousand escape my sight.
Beneath my feet I pass by
tiny worlds of underground wonders.
I admire the flowers of the field
but I do not know their names,
nor of the field mouse sleeping beneath them.
The glories of creation take my breath away ,
yet I see so little, hear and understand almost nothing.
To my badgers
You grace me with your presence,
secretly, but trusting I have fed you.
You appear, grunting softly,
leaving footprints in the mud,
snuffling, smelling of the earth,
big and small, soft mottled grey fur.
And, if I sit quietly, you come closer still.
I feel like St Cuthbert and the otters.
Do you recognise God in me
as I recognise God in you?
A Poem
The branches of a fig tree,
they spread far and wide;
through God, you and me,
nature floods through our minds;
and those floods, they teach us not to sin -
but the dirt becomes mud
and the good plants win.
