Sweet Symphony

fire fingers

Psalm 148:1
Praise the Lord. (NIV)

As the coral fire-fingers fade
Giving up their warmth
to the sapphire sky
I am caught up again
in restless urbanness
The scream of a superbike
A cacophony of competing dogs
Pounding of trucks on the highway
I consciously turn away
from the now-monochrome sky
A caret of sacred ibises
silently changes course
and geese glide as on glass
And only then
do I hear Your sweet symphony
as warblers and weavers lift my soul
I hear you, Lord

© Heath Cassidy 2015

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