Spring poetry and prayer

Lord, the air smells good today,
straight from the mysteries
within
the garden
of God.
The trees in their prayer,
the birds in praise,
the first blue violets,
kneeling.
~Rumi

violet

 

May all I say and all I think
be in harmony with thee,
God within me,
God beyond me,
maker of the trees.

  ~Chinook prayer, Pacific Northwest Coast

dogwood

Spring—through

morning mist

what mountain’s there?

  ~Basho, Japan

mountains and clouds

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