in the globe

watercolor by Neil Waldman

 

in the globe

grows the glow

of grace from holy ghost

silence of the trees

watercolor by Neil Waldman

 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

poem by Joyce Kilmer

 

But the Silence in the Mind

But the silence in the mind
is when we live best, within
listening distance of the silence
we call God. This is the deep
calling to the deep of the psalm-writer,
the bottomless ocean
we launch the armada of
our thoughts on, never arriving.
It is a presence, then,
whose margins are our margins;
that calls us out over our
own fathoms. What to do
but draw a little nearer to
such ubiquity by remaining still?
R.S. Thomas

u·biq·ui·ty

/yo͞oˈbikwədē/

 

noun

noun: ubiquity

1. the fact of appearing everywhere or of being very common.

   “the ubiquity of mobile phones means you don’t really need a watch”

branchia that looks at God each day…

watercolor by Neil Waldman

 

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

from Trees by Joyce Kilmer

a tree is a prayer during the pandemic