SILENCE

The crunch of crusty snow

Beneath my feet,

Deep in the forest,

Like the clack of shoes,

On the stone floor,

In a cavernous church,

Stops me in my tracks,

To start me hearing the deep silence,

Deep in my soul.

Cy, Dec. 1, 2008

Signs Of Spring

Birds chirping in chorus:

A first sound of spring.

The rot of melting dog poop:

A first smell of spring.

The snow-melt running in the street:

A first sight of spring.

The warmth of the sun on my face:

A first feeling of spring.

The taste of maple syrup:

A first taste of spring.

My awareness of all these things:

A First sense of God each spring.

Shore Breeze At Britannia Bay

Just as
The rosy and grey
Little sunset waves,
Responding to the undulating breeze,
Bubble and burble and gurgle
On the grey and rocky shore,
In a more
Sluggish rhythm
Than the faster rushing clatter
Of the poplar leaves:
So we humans each respond
At different rates
To the distant
Divine call.

Cy, 1997?

SHADOWS DANCE

Shadows dance on the forest floor

To the tune of the rustling leaves,

Responding to the gentle breeze,

Caressing softly, softly me.

Crickets sing

And rapids roar;

Harmonious gifts

From my Deity.

Cy, Oct., 2006