An Easter Hymn Poem by DM W

Nature's rhythms reveal the primordial Word:
That communicates the gifts of Love and Mercy
They flow like teeming rivers to celestial seas.
O the Word speaks, with lightsome grace, to our deepest needs.
In secular festivals, it is now unheard.
For we're distracted, by endless colours & sounds:
That only serve to mask crude regions of darkness,
Or to ease the symptoms of the amorphous crowd.
O we need once again to embrace rootedness.
We should consider the seed; not just be aroused
By the cornucopia of fruit or flower.
We need to listen closely to intricate powers:
That constantly shape creation with boundless Love.
We need to grasp the ways of the Lamb & the Dove.
I hear rhapsodies and odes to strange suns & moons
I hear voices sing of gilded domains of sin.
Yet who will reflect Silence's wise & pure pools:
Who will compose redeeming modern poems & hymns?