Reflections from Poet's Cove

The calendar says it's Thursday,
but my soul insists it's Sunday.
A day of rest (of quietude)
at Poets' Cove, B.C.
And I'm worshiping without benefit
of a church building.

A choir of countless evergreens
(boasting perfect posture)
stands at attention
in their forest-green robes.
Their wordless anthems
call me to worship.

So, too, the baby otters
whose black, wet faces
bob up and down
in the blue sheltered bay
as if to say,
"All creatures of our God and King
lift up their voices as they sing Alleluia."

The masts of anchored yachts
sway rhythmically (marking time)
in the cool Canadian breeze.
These gigantic metronomes
slow our tendency to rush through the week
without hushing our hearts.

And I cannot fail to mention
the ever-present seagulls
that scree their praise of God
all the while bald eagles
soar effortlessly near Heaven
(silently saluting their Creator).

What surrounds me today,
speaks to me
all because I will willing
to be still and know that
this is the day the Lord has made
for me (and you).
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

* The above verse was composed at Poets' Cove Resort on Pender Island, British Columbia