Praise

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

Psalm 150:6

Shadows shift in autumn sky
etched pools atop broken paths;
then squeeze through sleepy woods.
There endless limbs bow and bend;
silhouettes across an open sea.
Silent hush in still of tame twilight;
honoring the holy Master’s might.

I’ve always walked the woods and admired the outstretched limbs of trees which reach heavenwards, as if, in praise to their Creator, God!