We’ve become too accustomed
to the manufactured — our plastic,
microwave dinner existence.
This pandemic has driven us
onto a seclusion, embedded us
within manmade walls as we view
life through the looking glass.
Let us get outside!
We breathe more deeply
among the trees, when our skin
feels the warmth of sun or the cold
reality of winter’s raw frost, out
where we can listen to life
in abundance, the morning call
of birds, the soothing hum of bees,
breezes caressing high branches
of the aspen or pine, acoustic
trees, a whispering symphony,
pleasant and grounding us
in creation. Outside we find
an open chapel to pray and be still,
thankful and fully alive, smooth
pink granite for seating, the rising
or setting sun in the distance
reminding us of God’s refrain
at the genesis of time when He
described each wonder as good.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2020
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