Mantles of Wonder

I laid down my pen and got on my knees not to pray for any great miracle but in remembrance of the mantle of wonder … and the O so beautiful world that had finally draped around my shoulders, like the seamless gown of Christ its shelter and natures redemption, embraces all It goes on as the trees forever reach and flowers gape their spring smiles again and again, her seasons like whims, with the scamper of possums inscribing the testaments of earth their pawed initials, sincerely ours leaving a sea of scrolls landmark-ed eternally as the whiteness of waves filigree our shores and the rugged mountain ranges their peaks shine like crowns oh this beautiful world … shes the daughter mother,sister within those arms she has born us all