a miktam of james

A fox wandering from the ancient fields into my garden at dawn pauses to praise the creator of the universe.
Sweetest breezes whisper good news.
The hedegrows shiver with elation.
Birds in flight call out the name of God rejoicing by their very being in what they are.
The mountains of beautiful Wicklow, the very stones, proclaim the royalty of existence.
A river cascades like prayer through our town and through our lives.
God made every human being on earth.
He did not make any mistakes.