By: JANA GREENE
Whisper in church, they say.
Be REVERENT in this place,
Shake the hands,
Bow your head,
Pull the mask over your face.
But to revere
Is not to fear,
And no walls contain it’s form.
We are never called to a stillness
To which we can’t conform.
I find that nature
Brings out the reverence in me.
The ocean a temple,
Living water in the seas.
Ebbing and flowing,
Aching with glory,
Nature is where
I write my life’s story.
Give me the forest,
Life pulsing with force,
Growth and blossoming
Running a perfect course.
Reverence is a deer
Pausing by a creek.
Reverence is found in every tear
Falling down a mourner’s cheek.
It’s a whole-body hug,
Hearts so close together,
Synching up a holy,
Hallowed and sacred tether.
Reverence is presence
Living in the now,
With no particular regard
For life’s when’s, why’s, and hows.
The Earth is sacrosanct,
Every inch sacred ground,
And there in that sweet majesty,
I find God all around.
Musings of a Gypsy Soul 