No Glory Too Small
There is no glory too small to go unsung,No glint of light that has not originated in changeless love. Vein of leaf, ripple of stream, dance of hawkweed, curve ...
There is no glory too small to go unsung,No glint of light that has not originated in changeless love. Vein of leaf, ripple of stream, dance of hawkweed, curve ...
I am walking beneath a high chapel canopy, Next to Queen Anne’s lace, Whose white crown bends to the coming north wind. Sunset bestows a gilded light on ordered...
God of unfurled leaves, cast your cloak of green over our weathered shoulders. Whisper to us in the rustle of shimmering branches. Let your countenance shine in...