Easter 2019 Poem by DM W

Nature's rhythms reveal the primordial Word.
It flows like a river to celestial seas.
O it speaks, with lightsome grace, to our deepest needs.
In secular festivals, it is now unheard.
For we're distracted by endless colours & sounds:
That only serve to mask the regions of darkness
Or to ease the symptoms of the amorphous crowd.
O we need once again to embrace rootedness.
We should consider the seed; not just be aroused
By the cornucopia of fruit or flower.
We need to listen closely to intricate powers:
That constantly shape creation with boundless Love.
We need to grasp the ways of the Lamb & the Dove.
I hear rhapsodies and odes to strange suns & moons
I hear voices sing of gilded domains of sin
Yet who will reflect Silence's wise & pure pools:
Who will compose healing modern poems & hymns?