Poem November 19, 2012 Issue

The geometry of praise

Laura Remmerde

Thank You for the white grass dipped in moonlight,
the invisible feet that pass—
the feathered owls of the air
with their 180-degree stares. 

Thank You for the sounds I cannot hear—
the music of the spheres, the underground rivers,
and the things You in Your wisdom mark— 
the diameter of praise for joy-filled days. 

Thank You for balancing the longitude of prayer
with the latitude of laughter;
for giving compass to my thought’s true-north expression,
for giving rise to each true thought’s impression.

And thank You for plumbing the depths of my heart,
for sending me home along
the Way that You have marked,
to You, the creative genius of my heart.

—Laura Remmerde

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