however small the source
of the sound of running water
it is enormous in my soul
I can’t tell you how
the scent of damp leaves
make tears leak
only that
I need to be in nature
like breathing
and You
this is where I most clearly see
Your name written
etched in the bark of ancient trunks
woven within green vines
growth all around
life pushing its way outward
upward towards
grey clouds that emphasize
the light to come
where birds tell a story
about amazing grace
and life growing inside
a small seed becoming
a greatness within me
and I know
however small the patch of dirt
however insignificant the blades of grass
there I spot bits of peace
and find echoes of goodness
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