Grace in the Grass

Stand here beside me now

where the trail slides between

mountain and creek.

Close your eyes and please

tell me the difference

between the sound of

water tripping on stones

to our left, melted snow

trying out new feet,

and the sound of 

Bristlecone Pines

up the hillside on our right,

combing tangles from

the toddling spring wind

as it passes.

Any ideas?

If you’d like an 

even bigger challenge,

teach me the difference

between all of this and

God’s sweet voice,

the sound of grace

rolling in the grass,

purring.