A poem for St Hildegard Day
A grey, overcast morning
Does not cease the
Praise and prayer of Creation
The wren has found her mate
And the music they create is glorious
Gratitude to their Creator
And each other
Yellow leaves drift from the locust
Down toward the ground
In a kind of dance
Of gratitude to the Creator
For their summer lives
Now coming to an end
Even as their golden bodies
Enrich the ground beneath the golden tree
How will I sing
How will I dance
How will I join Creation
The Cosmos
In unceasing prayer and praise
Of gratitude
For my life, for my work, for my prayer
To the Holy One
Who created me and made me a part
Of the music and dance
Of the spheres
By C. Alicia Randolph
17 September2019
In honor of the feast day of St Hildegard of Bingen
Who said: “All of Creation is a song of praise to God”
prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph 