Words of The Lamb magazine

_{It’s been a long time since I’ve sat still in nature.
Listened to the birds and rustle of leaves,
The burble of a stream.
But in this moment I pause,
I sit still,
Silently,
Until the wildlife forgets that I am an intruder among them.}

_{Today, I wait for frogs.}

_{A rustle, my head turns,
And I see a beetle crawling beneath tree roots, escaping from soil
Reaching towards the stream.
Not a frog, but now my position is fixed
And when I stop monitoring my periphery, I forget that I was here for frogs at all.}

_{The roots are striking against the dark earth
Branching and snaking like lightening
Uncanny}

_{God delights in these patterns, I think
I see the tree roots in the nervous system
Or capillaries
The aerial view of a river
Retinal arteries
Slime mould
Seaweed
The veins in a leaf
A neuron
Human lungs
Cracks in ice, or dry land
And every time lightening streaks the sky}

_{The Artist’s signature on every creation
All “fearfully and wonderfully made.” (Psalm 139:14)}