Turning to Praise

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When you consider the radiance,
that it does not withhold itself
but pours its abundance without selection
into every nook and cranny not overhung or hidden;

when you consider that air or vacuum,
snow or shale, squid or wolf, rose or lichen,
each is accepted into as much light as it will take,

then the heart moves roomier,
the man stands and looks about,
the leaf does not increase itself above the grass,

and the dark work of the deepest cells
is of a tune with May bushes
and fear lit by the breadth of such
calmly turns to praise.
~A.R. Ammons from “The City Limits”

 

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It is,
in fact, in truth,
–whether we accept or believe or not
makes not one whit of difference–
God Himself who pours His radiance
into every nook and cranny,
even into the dark corners of our doubting hearts.

He pulses there,
hidden and forgotten,
circulating life and light
until we find our voice
that turns, illuminated, to praise.

 

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5 thoughts on “Turning to Praise

  1. Just wanted to thank you this morning for the gift of your blog in my life.
    The photos, poems, and your own reflections so often touch me deeply.
    blessings to you this day~
    Donna

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  2. Barnstorming is nearing the milestone of 2,500 subscribers. When I read entries like “Turning to Praise” I’m reminded how lucky we are- all of us. Especially those with what I’ll call, for lack of a better term, “simple” faith.

    My simple faith has no ritual and no creed.
    It comes from a near-death experience almost
    a decade ago. No tunnel, no bright light, no heavenly choir (unless the choir was singing in a language I didn’t recognize). Just an end of fear, an overall feeling of wellness, and a very
    powerful sense of something good nearby, one step over the horizon, waiting for all of us.

    As a former firefighter/paramedic, I knew enough science to rationalize the experience as nothing more than a flood of dopamine, and over time I suppose i’ve allowed doubt to creep in. Now, “Turning to Praise” reminds me, in the dead of a very lonely night, that it was likely something far beyond the body’s release
    of its own pain relieving horomone.

    In effect, Barnstorming has keystroked my spiritual “refresh” command like nothing else
    could. And I suspect something similar has happened to all of us, so on behalf of your flock of almost 2,500–much thanks!

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