Poetry and Spirituality Nothing is without voice I climb the road to Cold Mountain Hidden under all forms of thought Song of the Sky Loom Beneath the autumn sky The Great Sea Flower in the Crannied Wall A fish cannot drown in water The water is clear The rivers all in Paradise We only came to sleep Where I wander—You! Silently a flower blooms

slide 2 of 14 Nothing is without voice: God everywhere can hear Arising from creation His praise and echo clear. You travel far and wide To scout and see and search; If God you fail to see, You have nothing observed. — Angelus Silesius