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Creation Calls (Brian Doerksen




Creation Calls

(Brian Doerksen)


        I have felt the wind blow
        Whispering Your name
        I have seen Your tears fall
        When I watch the rain

             How could I say there is no God
            When all around creation calls
            A singing bird, a mighty tree
            The vast expanse of open sea

        Gazing at a bird in flight
        Soaring through the air
        Lying down beneath the stars
        I feel Your presence there

          I love to stand at ocean’s shore
         And feel the thundering breakers roar
         To walk through golden fields of grain
         ’Neath endless blue horizon’s frame

        Listening to a river run
        Watering the earth
        Fragrance of a rose in bloom
        A newborn’s cry at birth

     
        I believe, I believe
        I believe

        Water flowing over the edge of a rock precipice
        Turning misty white as it falls into the pool below

        Tall evergreens, at the river’s edge, standing on guard
        While a deer and fawn drink from the stream

        The smell of tilled earth, just after the rain
        A rainbow, dazzling natural colours

        The sight of a hawk as it circles in the thermal draughts of summer
        A flock of Canada geese flying in perfect formation

        Rising from the valley floor, rolling hills covered with trees
        Birch, maple, elm, beech turning fiery red, yellow and gold in the autumn air

        A leaf on its brief journey, twisting, turning, dancing its way to the ground
        Lifting our eyes, the mountains rise, trees giving way

        Giving way to rock, cliffs, ice glaciers and majestic jagged peaks
        As the sun slips behinf the horizon and night falls,
        The mountains become silent fortresses silouetted against
        The night sky, the countless stars shining in silent testimony

        Snowflakes, gently falling, falling, each unique, whispering
        “Remember the mercy of God ... remember the mercy ... ”
        Covering the world in white and then
        The quiet, quiet, quiet of creation at rest


Read more: http://alliotikathriskeytika.blogspot.com/2012/07/blog-post_637.html#ixzz2YLxQYnCc

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