Creation Groans On

We live in a sacramental universe, where each and every object we encounter can, in the twinkling of an eye, signify God's presence. In the introductory essay Christ himself is imaginatively likened to that king of the savanna, the lion. Bazyn's nature poems, via bright and subtle similes, move freely between the abstract and the specific, the static and the dynamic, the solemn and the whimsical—in an entrancing series of acrobatic maneuvers. Spring rain elicits the Great Awakening; a bumpe...