The geometry of praise

Thank You for the white grass dipped in moonlight,the invisible feet that pass—the feathered owls of the airwith 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. 

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