Deep Gratitude, High Praise after Psalm 111 Alleluia! The deepest in me Belongs to so much deeper, higher. Cormorants paddle past me Disappearing below the surface, Emptying elegant rows. For a few moments, as they move through Gray clouds doubled from High above their heads, I am distinctly aware that Just as these swimming birds Keep diving underwater, Leaving rippled traces on the Mirrored sky, and in emergence NeverContinueContinue reading “Deep Gratitude, High Praise: a poem with birds in it, and not the kind you eat.”
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Today, if you hear his voice 