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POETRY

Walking

Dec 26, 2020

Note: Below the poem is an audio clip of the author reading the poem.

I walk across the face of Earth,
delighted that I can.
Beneath the sky, I see God’s worth
free-strewn by His own hand.

Confined between four office walls,
it’s easy to forget
the wealth that from God’s bounty falls
and that we’re in His debt.

Oft, captured by my backlit screen,
its artificial scenes,
oblivious to nature’s green,
I’m buried in machines.

So give me time in open space
and shaded forest glen,
where every glance reveals God’s face
to my enraptured ken.

I’ll walk across the face of Earth.

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