I feel the lament of a million griefs
and I have no words for prayer.
I go outside and walk.
I’m awed by the abundance and beauty
of flowering trees.
Bird song melodies uplift me.
Everywhere, the familiar progression
from sprout to bud to bloom
brings comfort and hope.
And I join nature’s kaleidoscope of praise
with a humble Amen, Alleluia.
Joanne Menke
