by Danielle Kinchen

We spend a lot of time outside
in Your wind and Your water.
It never grows old.
It never trickles out.

You stirred our space into planets
that tilt and nod and swing.
And a new song carries—
Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring.

You framed us 
into earth’s tidings:
little breezes on our lips,
white rock in our cores,
palmed in wet sand,
grassy heads,
flower eyes.

This gift of His,
all these rocks
shouting over the deep.
Where is there silence?
Where is there void
of Him?

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Danielle Kinchen currently serves as children’s ministry resident at Kingsland Baptist Church in Katy, Texas. Before working in ministry, she graduated from LSU Law Center and practiced catastrophic personal injury litigation in downtown Houston. Ms. Kinchen studied creative writing at Tulane University and served as editor of its student-run newspaper. In her spare time, she chases around her three young children and hikes the trails with her family. Her poetry has been featured in Time of Singing.