Canticle Poem by Steven Federle

Canticle



In the murmur of darkened trees,
I hear your voice,
I want to sing,

but grating words cannot contain
gusty night wind’s
solemn praise.

In the hush of trembling leaf
hosannas rise, rush
home to Thee.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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