Everywhere
The morning mist is so thick I can not see
A single hint of the mountain behind the house.
Yet I know it’s there, just as I know
God is everywhere, even in the smallest details of nature—
In the thin leafless twigs of lilac bushes on the riverbank.
In every feather of the finches busy at my feeder.
And now another bird has joined them.
There is no end to God's blessings—
My clear eyes that take in soft reflections on the still water.
And the sleek lines of the grackle perched on my porch railing.
My keen ears that listen to bird song sustained by air.
And to the comforting sound of the furnace coming on.
My paralyzed left side that lives its years in stillness.
My right side that rejoices in every motion that it makes.
Be still, my left side says. And listen to God whispering.
Write, my right side says, Scrawl your words across the page.
There is no end to the need for praise.
Copyright © 2004 Margaret Robison
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