
Pine needles thread rays of sun,
as the day is nearly finished and done.
You have won and you have the final say,
despite doubts of dreary, dappled gray.
You blow the winds of praise through the masts of my lungs,
your delight climbs every rung of my spirit.
All nature, grand and small, joins me with distinctive, artful worship and motion.
Diffusers of scented melodies and harmonies swell,
the tattered parts of stories tell.
Dancing to the sway of mossy tears and wrinkly old oak limbs,
it’s grounding to sense the resounding of the hearts every rhyming whim.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.


Comments (3)
Woww... that photo is really stunning and yes, all of creation gets involved in worship of their Creator. Great job painting the vivid imagery here! 😊
This feels like a deep breath for the soul. It reads like a reminder that even tired days still get to end in wonder.
There is such a beautiful sense of peace and worship in this. I also love the photo.