BIG & small

Nature, the touch of God’s hand in His creation.

Moves me. Touches me. Soothes and rouses me.

Brings me tears and silences me in awe. Heals me.

Something as small as a sunset reflected in a

rain drop, something as massive as a storm.

Wee little bee darting bloom to bloom.

River carving it’s way to the sea.

There is a touch there.

A plan. In the places

where I feel the ground

most holy are those where

God speaks through the wind and animals.

Where flowers struggle to bloom, and burst forth.

Exuberance embraces to soul when birds soar where we

can never really and truly go. Lifting wings and crying out from it.

Nature soothes my soul when there is too much paved over. Too much built.

Too many machines, wires, poles and buildings. Too many people crowded around.

Nature releases me when I stop to breathe. To hear baby magpies complaining.

When I see birds hopping on hedge tops or dancing in puddles fresh from the rain.

Apples fallen before they ripen, feeding the tree from below. The circle of life, the cycle.

It is part of us. Lay on the earth, feel your pulse in the soil. Hear it in the wind.

Clouds soar above, weightless seemingly, and yet full of many millions of gallons of water.

Life given from both storm and calm. Sunshine and rain. Met, sometimes, in violence.

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dVerse has us thinking about nature. Nature is something near and dear to me.

As a farm wife, photographer and lover of all things created I find both healing and balance in the nature around me. From the aftermath of a storm to the reflection of sunsets in the rain barrel. Animals playing, hunting, living. Plants growing and dying. Being no more, and no less, than intended. Being fully. Isn’t that what we all should be doing? Working on the being and not the doing?

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  1. Glenn Buttkus said,

    July 29, 2015 at 10:08 pm

    Dearest pioneer princess, how incredible is this? Mystic Mom makes an appearance, shares one of her poem; damn, lady, you gave us a good one, full of faith, love, & a tribute to the farmers who feed us at the whim of nature. Really, really, really grand to feast on your words. I like the lines /it is a part of us. Lay on the earth, feel your pulse in the soil/hear it on the wind. Am I #1? cool.

  2. Grace said,

    July 29, 2015 at 10:38 pm

    I love the nature’s details and these lines struck me the most:

    Brings me tears and silences me in awe. Heals me.

    Something as small as a sunset reflected in a

    rain drop, something as massive as a storm.

    Good to see you Shanyn ~

  3. July 29, 2015 at 10:54 pm

    God speaks through wind and animals… I certainly believe that as well… this is a truly magnificent write

  4. C.C. said,

    July 29, 2015 at 11:02 pm

    “feel your pulse in the soil”—ah, yes….that is so powerful…love that line, love that feeling, that restoration by Nature that reminds me to get back up again, to keep living, to keep breathing in the fresh air and to keep putting one foot in front of the other in gratitude for all the things you have depicted here are right in front of us, in beauty, to enjoy. Such lush words and those pictures are both divine. Thanks for linking up today 🙂

  5. July 30, 2015 at 1:41 am

    Such beautiful writing, Shanyn. I loved this poem so much!

  6. July 30, 2015 at 3:54 am

    God Paints Songs Nature
    Trees Dance Wind
    Birds Swim Sky
    Waves Shore Souls
    Our Dreams Clear
    Blue Eyes Skeyes
    ImagiNation Nature Free..:)

  7. billgncs said,

    July 30, 2015 at 4:27 am

    sounds like the heart of a good steward.

  8. July 30, 2015 at 4:59 am

    Lovely tribute to the beauty of God’s creation. I also prefer nature to the paved over places. Spent 2 weeks on vacation in NYC once and about lost my mind. But after 2 weeks in Hawaii near the ocean I was ready to stay there forever. Thankful that my little suburban home is more nature than city. Peace, Linda

  9. Bryan Ens said,

    July 30, 2015 at 5:00 am

    I love the focus on the massive…like storms…but also the miniscule…like the sunset reflected in a water drop. Nature is indeed all encompassing, as well as in the microscopic. Beautiful poem, Shanyn!

  10. Sumana Roy said,

    July 30, 2015 at 5:26 am

    this is so beautiful and radiant Shanyn…to find touch of God in everything….

  11. Sanaa Rizvi said,

    July 30, 2015 at 4:43 pm

    This is gorgeous! Love the sentiments flowing through this piece 🙂

  12. Kay Davies said,

    July 30, 2015 at 4:58 pm

    I understand.

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