Universal Arousal...

Creation throbs with songs and sobs

It flails earth's floor with hail and sleet

Then when the storm is spent it lobs

The flowered heath beneath our feet

Creation surges with a splurge

Of wonderment so great and small

Where birth and death emerge and merge

Into winter, spring, summer, fall

Creation stirs the heart of hearts

Desire at a loss for words

As manifold nature imparts

God’s art in hills, rills, trees and birds

Creation draws us to our knees

It awes us like nothing else can

And wakes us to the Mysteries

Of God within the clod of man

© Janet Martin

 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.
John 1:3

This afternoon we were entertained by this woodpecker clinging to a leaf, by all appearances!