Poem from: Coattails of the Saint
PATHETIC AS IT MAY SEEM Pathetic as it may seem this entire world sits on a table in a little spotlight in God’s Throne…
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!