arboreslorien sapientia

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The Prayer - Poem by arboreslorien sapientia

Oh mine lips that abstain from heavenly worship.
Mine eyes, not demurely lowered, but lifted to an appraisal of the heavens.
The tree through the window;
Soft whisperer,
Universal song.
The gentle green caress of the grass.
Mother nature’s creation;
Man’s playground.
Pagan worship,
The passionate love of nature,
Connectedness with all creation.
Mine lips say nothing.
We are the silent ones.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 15, 2011

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