David and I took a Sunday afternoon walk,
in search of snowy owls (which we didn’t find).
Here’s our route.
Heading out from Wauwinet,
the music begins softly.
The heavens, telling the glory of God.
In ever-changing symphony.
And the waters echoed back His praise.
A cedar solo.
Woodwinds sang out brightly,
unperturbed by yesterday’s storm.
Lichen and heather,
sweet harmonies under a timpani sun.
Coskata Woods strings,
alive with songbirds.
God’s hand in the details.
All creation sings His praise.
It was a gloriously beautiful walk.