A Poem For St Hildegard Day

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”