God lies in the humus,

buried there

by choice

and watching

as tap roots reach for his touch

and as nematodes circle

round and round

in his grace.

Hallelujah

nobody on top knows he is there

while those dwellers in the deep,

sing Hallelujah

in celebration of God’s nearness:

his way

his truth

his life among them,

twisted around them,

giving rise to them,

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

He fills the berries, the nuts, the fruits,

the wild grasses, the grains,

the mushrooms soft like babies’ ears

with nurture

with blood to be

with Life

with love..

Hallelujah

@David Weber, 2011

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