Sometimes, I confess
I have a hard time
joining in Sunday worship at church:
I’m too distracted,
I’m up in my head,
or my tired, battered heart
can’t muster up the energy
I’m being asked to give.
But the other day
while walking through the woods
I saw the trees lifting their limbs
to the bright blue sky
and I could not help
but join along in praise.
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