this is how I worship God

Take to the trails, ankles bared to sunshine
legs moving first stiff then swift beneath me,
eyes up swallowing boughs laden with buds with light-bright blossoms / Leap
from root to rock to wet dark soil smiling at dogs, the occasional hiker, my own maneuverings breath/lungs/body/mind waking
up /        keep running bleary eyes 
down the yellow-flowered paths by the clean-green creek darting bluebirds up the hills covered in light, grass / look how brilliantly it's shining.
For some time I have not been religious but God
If this isn't glory, if this isn't triumph, if this isn't goodness / infinitely coming