THE SONG OF CREATION
To Gerard Manley Hopkins
Creation sings of the glory of God.
We do not hear it but see it
In brilliant interstices
Opening and closing
Of trees waving to and fro
When the world is radiant,
In glittering leaves,
Mountain streams, flashing
Metal foil flattened
By fists, smoothed
The blind hear the song in the trees yearning to speak.
They inhale it in the attenuated wind,
Taste it in fruits bursting with water.
Bending down to touch the earth,
They become one with the beginning of all things,
Pushing roots into the soil,
Joining hands with the sun and the dead
Brought back to life.
Originally published in Blue Heron Review, Issue 3 (Winter 2015)