Our God Flies
Our God who lives, flows in the waters,
tumbles in rivers, and drifts in snows,
flashes as silver from shoals of fish,
darts in darkness round rugged rocks,
blooms afresh as showers bring flowers
with fresh aromas for bugs and bees.
With all the creatures we are one,
at one with God in wonder held.
Our God who lives, catches the wind,
flies in the skies, and travels afar
with migratory birds on the wing –
swallows and swifts, butterflies too;
God floats with owls over meadows,
dives with the gannets into the surf.
With all on the wing we are one,
at one in God who launches all.
Our God who lives, watches alert,
protects the newborn in the nest,
keeping them warm with down or fur,
crouches and pounces when on the hunt,
scuttles or burrows seeking refuge –
for fox and mouse, God lives in each.
With all on the ground we are one,
at one with God in pain or joy.
Our God dies, entombed with Jesus,
hides in the earth, then breathes upon us
autumn scents from leaves that decay,
parches with wind, scorches with fire,
plagues us with vermin and virus.
Nothing is waste, all is renewed –
as all creatures we are mortal,
at one in Christ we die and live.
God lives anew, thrives in the soil,
swells in the oceans, stirs in the breeze,
croaks among us in courting frogs,
calls to us in the curlew's song,
shines from corals caught in the light,
rests in the shade of leaves above.
With all the creatures we are one,
at one with God to tend and care.
God's Spirit moving, brings us change,
for ever leading, always ahead.
Come let us find what wisdom shows,
lightly treading among what is spread,
gazing in wonder and delight,
serving and sharing gifts for life.
Our God who raises Christ as king
uplifts us all to praise and sing.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2019
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