nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Immeasurable Listener
The woods remembers all my prayers. The forest recites all my shame. The owls sing all of my praise. And if all those remembers, then He does. He reminded me that divine postponement is not divine rejection, and His blessings will be greater than my cognitive horizon. I sang praises unto Him, and now I wait patiently, knowing He is restless, pursuing not for His sake, but for mine. I sang praises again to the one who made it possible for me to be abundantly encompassed by grace. He is not too far to hear, and my prayers are not in vain, nor trusting Him when He said, “Fear not.” Indeed, divine timing often disguises itself as delay. For He is a loving God.
By Uhone Matshele 10 months ago in Poets
