The Whispering Forest of God (A Biblical Reflection)

In the hush of trees, God’s voice is heard,

Not always loud, but every word

Is carved in trunk and sung through leaves—

A truth that breathes, a peace that grieves.

The cedars rise in ancient grace,

Like pillars in a holy place.

The oaks give shade, the pines stand tall,

The forest heeds the Maker’s call.

The birds find home upon each limb,

And rivers hum a sacred hymn.

The trees clap hands in praise unseen,

A choir robed in living green.

The forest is not just of earth—

It holds a whisper of rebirth.

A refuge made by holy hand,

A temple not built by man.

So guard the grove and bless the root,

Protect the seed, defend the fruit.

For in each tree and in each vine,

There dwells the breath of the Divine.

--Anonymous