There’s a heartache that comes when walking in the woods

Yes, awe and wonder,too
But always, always sprinkled with sorrow

I feel the groaning of creation resonating in my bones



Regret at all that has been lost and corrupted,
At all doomed to destruction in the coming times

No place on this earth is untouched by man’s cruel hand
No place safe from our greed, our carelessness, our arrogance

All but a dim shadow of the majesty that once was
Wasting away with every passing day.

How long, O Lord?

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