Spiritual Poems about Nature

The sky speaks without words,
Messages that warm my heart.
It never ceases to amaze me,
Like a timeless work of art.

How it stretches far and wide,
With neither beginning nor end.
A fingerprint of the Creator,
Far more than I can comprehend.

It assures me of His blessings,
In its marvelous way of adorning
Each day with the sunrise -
That they're new every morning.

Happy times are understood
By the radiant hues in the sky.
Rain drops from darker shades convey
That sometimes it's okay to cry.

Now and then in broad daylight,
The beauty a rainbow will afford,
Affirms how great it is I'm loved,
By He who always keeps His word...

The One who sets the stars in space
And calls them each by name;
The One who set me here by design
And upholds me just the same.

What more is needed to show
The sovereignty of the Most High?
I find enough each time I spare
A lingering gaze at the sky.

God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way
To guide us from afar.
How did you think of a clean brown pool
Where flecks of shadows are?

God, when you thought of a cobweb,
How did you think of dew?
How did you know a spider's house
Had shingles bright and new?
How did you know the human folk
Would love them like they do?

God, when you patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,
How did you know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?
How did you think of a bubbling throat
And a darling speckled wing?

God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
How did you think of a stem,
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did you know a million drops
Would deck the morning's hem?

Why did you mate the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?
How did you know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines?
How did you weave the velvet disk
Where tangled perfumes are?
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?

Rainbows paint a picture
On a showery summer's day.
The wind is just a whisper
To blow your cares away.

The rain is heaven's tear drops,
Which make all things grow.
Our moon is an orchestra
That make the oceans ebb and flow.

The sun, God's great creation
That gives everything its life.
The stars are heaven's angels
Twinkling through the night.

The aurora borealis,
Those northern lights for all to see,
Are the greatest show on earth
Our Lord puts on for free.

The wonders of the universe,
All creatures great and small,
Were made by God with love
To amaze us one and all.

I am a bird flying high and free,
A sleek grey dolphin in a shimmering sea,
A tawny lion with long sharp claws,
And a stealthy crocodile with powerful jaws.

I am the rain falling from the sky,
A bolt of lightning, never shy,
A rumbling earthquake way down deep,
And a crescendo of wind stopping you sleep.

I am a horse, hooves pounding the ground,
A streak of red, paws not making a sound,
A tiger hunched down, stalking its prey,
And a gentle cow, asleep in the hay.

I am the fire they try so hard to tame,
A tiny spark to a roaring flame,
A dozen waves crashing on the shore,
And an unknown beast on the ocean floor.

I am the cry of the wolf to the moon,
A ripple of heat in the month of June,
A swirl of blossoms falling from the tree,
And a soaring eagle's mournful scree.

I am a river in a far-off land,
A plethora of pebbles in a bed of sand,
A jagged mountain standing tall,
And an expanse of snow poised to fall.

The call of the wild is in my soul,
A song, a whisper, making me whole,
So I must go as I'm told,
To chase the stars before I'm old.

Sitting in peaceful places
Upon Nature's natural faces
Silent sounds of the River's rushing
The Wind with the Trees harmoniously brushing

Quiet Clouds above calmly passing by
A Sea of blue and white that pleases the Eye
Mountains in the distance sit still in yellow light
The Sun ahead constantly coloring every sight

Never again will we ever be here
At this very moment let us not fear
For this is where the mind is content
This is where the Soul leaves its print

I heard a soft sound, like wind through the trees,
But there was no wind, for the air was still,
And the forest stood waiting, silent and strong,
Trees standing guard as they always will.

The voice kept calling me, calling my name
As I walked in peace through the still, cool green,
Wandering, wandering, into the deep
Where the silent deer walk, and the path is unseen.

Birds all above, singing their songs,
The rustle of leaves underneath every step,
And the sweet smell of pine, sweet perfume to me,
In the forest so deep, so purely kept.

"Who are you?" I asked, "Why call me?" I said,
But the voice said only, "Come closer, my child."
"I would speak with you, come," was the only reply,
Yet the peace grew stronger, there deep in the wild.

And at last, I stopped, for the voice then said,
"I am here, cease wandering," and I lifted my eyes
To a small, quiet clearing, where a fallen tree lay.
"Sit down," the voice said, in voice ancient and wise.

Many things we spoke of, the voice and I.
All the things my heart found too heavy for words
The voice and I spoke for hours, it seemed,
But the only sound made was the song of the birds.

"I understand, child. Let me take that from you.
You've carried it now for many a year."
And I felt the love like a blanket wrapped 'round,
And I felt myself, like a child, held dear.

"But, I am to blame, I have done all these things!"
"I know," said the voice, "but that means nothing now."
Then the love and the peace grew yet warmer still,
For the very life of me, I could never say how.

"Go in peace," said the voice, "you have miles to go."
As I smiled and turned to walk the green sod,
"I love you, my child." "I love you, too," I said.
The forest...my church...the voice...my God

Where the ocean meets the sky
The setting colours stun
A picture painted by the Lord
Of the things to come
Gently blows the cool night breeze
Waves rhythmically lap the shore
Grains of sand sculpt and mould
Of the plans that lay before
Breathe deeply in the scene
The sand between your toes
Sculpting your footprint
Of where each step goes
Breathe deeply in the scene
Put your faith in your Father
In all the things unseen

I thank God for the bright morning light
And the dark sacred night.
I thank God for the morning dew
And every captivating view.

I thank God for the lush green trees
And the cool breeze.
I thank God for the bird that sings
And its colorful wings.

I thank God for the pleasant nature
And my surprising future.
I thank God for everything
And everyone in my life.

A stranger came here late last night
Silent puffs of falling white
Frigid, falling, drifting down
Unusual this far down in a southern town

Blanket soft and purest clean
Rarely do we have this scene
Every roof and every tree
Covered in such purity

It was only months ago
The hurricane did fury blow
Floods did havoc sadly bring
And wrecked most nearly everything

But now the sky descends in peace
Gray-damp clouds and snow like fleece
Whisper wind of gentle sound
Floating, falling to the ground

And like a bandage covers deep
The scars our hearts will always keep
For Christmas comes and now we see
Nature says she is so sorry

She drops her flakes as if to show
Her love with gifts of gentle snow
Here just before this Christmastide
The scars of Harvey...she will hide

I believe there's a unique rose garden
Where a sturdy rose bush grows.
Among the twigs and branches
There sits a beautiful rose.
Though the stocks are strong and thorn-less,
The stems are never bare.
Here grows a large enchanting rose,
Her beauty so elegantly rare.
Standing out among the others,
Her uniqueness is heavenly fine.
A rainbow of many colors
Throughout her pedals are entwined.
In God's unique rose garden,
The rose will never wilt away.
The blossoms will bloom again and again,
And the rose will never fade.
In God's unique rose garden
It's a wonderous sight to behold,
To see the birth of eternal growth,
Where the rose will forever grow.

maybe the answer is simple,
and all along
there's been relief--
if the strands of your soul
feel frayed and withered,
sit within the arms
of Mother Nature
and her quiet love
will mend them

When the day becomes an evening
And I've seen the passing sun
I know I've heard the last little chirp
Of songs the birds have sung

I am now seeing the darkness
As it suddenly appears
Now the passing of the sunlight
Quickly disappears

The blue skies are slowly fading
As the glowing hues stand bright
Forming deep bright colors
Against the ebony night

The moon has cast a shadow through
The broken puffy clouds
The stars have started twinkling
With their brightness shining down

As each moment comes the changing
Of the earth's most beautiful maze
That make up God's earthly beauty
With the closing of the day