I bent unto the ground
And I heard the quiet sound
Which the grasses make when they
Come up laughing from the clay.

�We are the voice of God,� they said:
Thereupon I bent my head
Down again that I might see
If they truly spoke to me.

But around me everywhere
Grass and tree and mountain were
Thundering in a mighty glee,
�We are the voice of deity.�

And I leapt from where I lay,
I danced upon the laughing clay,
And to the rock that sang beside,
�We are the voice of God,� I cried.

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Painting by Mary T. Hoffman - God's Creation in Art

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