Sunday Dispatch #206
THE MURMURING of bees has ceased; But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come,— The lower metres of the year, When nature’s laugh is done,— The Revelations of the book Whose Genesis is June.
~Emily Dickinson
What a wildly wonderful world, GOD!
You made it all, with Wisdom at your side,
made earth overflow with your wonderful creations.
Oh, look--the deep, wide sea,
brimming with fish past counting,
sardines and sharks and salmon.
Ships plow those waters,
and Leviathan, your pet dragon, romps in them.
All the creatures look expectantly to you
to give them their meals on time.
You come, and they gather around;
you open your hand and they eat from it.
If you turned your back,
they'd die in a minute--
Take back your Spirit and they die,
revert to original mud;
Send out your Spirit and they spring to life--
the whole countryside in bloom and blossom.
~from Psalm 104
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