All Creation Speaks
By Sherrill Schlimpert

An early morning walk on the beach.
Inland clouds –
mansions in the sky.
A sun break out on the waves.
Oh, my God, how majestic is your name
in all the earth.
Cool island breeze.
Refreshing, but with no chill.
Palms gently swaying.
Breath on me, Oh Spirit.
The early morning crow of a cock,
The squack of a rainbowed parrot,
The chirp of a small, black bird with
red-tufted head.
The slow crawl of the determind
hermit crab.
Lord, you made creatures great and small.
The power, the steadiness
of the tide,
endless, constant,
yet with many faces –
dark, heavy, deep under the clouds,
then breaking -
white dancing curls,
now brilliant hues on the horizon
as the light shines forth.
Oh, Lord, You are the light of the world.
And the roar,
the thunder,
the filling of my ears,
the never ending tide.
You speak. Do I hear?
In Your creation your still, small voice
shouts of Your greatness.
Copyright © November 2007 - Sherrill Schlimpert. All rights reserved.
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