Here is a meditation on Ecclesiastes 11:1-6, written after I had been hiking on wooded trails in Sleeping Bear National Lakeshore.
I walk among the fallen trees
recumbent on a mat of leaves;
no matter that they once reached high,
they’ve yielded life, surrendered pride.
One day I’ll join them, lying down
and, north or south, it’s still the ground
that will receive my tired limbs
consumed by rot, or felled by wind.
Until that day I’ve no complaint;
I’ll watch the clouds, receive the rain
divide my share by spilling seed
to sprout out from the teeming peat.
I’ve cast my bread, and it’s come back
in countless ways; it’s only apt
that God be praised, for it is he
who planted, nurtured, treasured me.
October 24, 2020 at 3:56 am
Reminds me of Robert Herrick – do you know his poetry?
October 24, 2020 at 6:04 pm
I don’t; I’ll have to look for it.
October 24, 2020 at 6:11 pm
17th century poet. Check out Noble Numbers.
October 24, 2020 at 5:39 pm
Always enjoy your word play.
October 24, 2020 at 6:04 pm
Thanks so much, Trudy
October 25, 2020 at 3:04 pm
The reading of this quiets my spirit and reminds me of how intricately I am connected to nature. Thanks, Peter
October 26, 2020 at 1:16 am
Thank you, Peter. Glad to know that the words have that effect.