God's Majesty

I sit amongst an orchestra of birds
With the sun matching the angle of my gaze. 
The magnificence of Nature;
Ferns, moss, dewed leaves, 
gargantuan trees, 
are revealed. 
The birds echo the grand announcement 
of the Suns unveiling
of God’s majesty. 

I have no desire to think. 
I prefer a silent mind, 
or the brushstrokes of poetry.

Like Nature, and the lush green around me, 
I require sunlight in order to function properly.
So I awoke to gaze at the rising Sun. 

I sneeze.
A person on a walk, 
on the other side of the tall hedges,
whom I cannot see, 
says,
"Gazundheit!"
Grand rising generosity. 

What a cinema. 
What an endless ecosystem of inspiration.
No wonder social media makes you want to die.
To trade this for “the feed” is asinine. 
We are the ones being fed upon in the digital gulag—
where all have consented to be.
But here? 

As Beinsa Douno says, 
We must begin to think of God as our source of Life. 
Out here, dear friend,
I am awe struck, enchanted, nourished and renewed
as the Sun pours life into my cells, 
refreshes my eyes,
and the frequencies of bird song 
tune my antenna. 

Maybe this is why 
we’ve never seen a wild thing 
feel sorry for itself.
Out here, where we all belong, 
I want for nothing.
I am perfectly at ease.

I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

-D.H. Lawrence

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Author’s Note

I wish you ample time outdoors and under the Sun. I wish you ample natural light and the song of birds and other wild things.

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Listen to the birds here:

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Spring is on the way. ☀️