Shouting God by Tiel Aisha Ansari

The hills above The Dalles
are striped with snow and last year’s stubble.
Hawks hunt along the rows.
The hills were shouting God,
the trees were shouting God,
the fence-posts and frozen puddles
all joined the silent chorus.
The road under my wheels was shouting God,
and I too, I was shouting God,
God, God, there is no other.
The hills are shouting God!

---

Please visit her blog site (knockingfrominside.blogspot.com)...
all her poems are quite astonishing…
(The Ecstatic Exchange published her first book of poetry,
Knocking From Inside, 2008) 

Categories: Poems