My Bad Hearing Does Not Trouble Me
I can identify with this poem by Beethoven and am sharing it in honor of his birthday. . .
My bad hearing
Does not trouble me here.
In the country
Every tree
Seems to talk to me, saying, "Holy! Holy!"
Inside the forest is enchantment
Which expresses all things –
Sweet peace of the forest!
Almighty, I am happy
In the woods,
Blessed
In the woods,
Every tree has a voice
Through thee.
O God, what glory
In such a woodland place!
On the heights is peace –
Peace to serve thee –
How glad am I
Once again
To be able to wander
In forest and thicket
Among the trees,
The green things and the rocks.
No mortal can love
The country as I do;
For woods and trees and rocks
Return the echo
A man desires.
Does not trouble me here.
In the country
Every tree
Seems to talk to me, saying, "Holy! Holy!"
Inside the forest is enchantment
Which expresses all things –
Sweet peace of the forest!
Almighty, I am happy
In the woods,
Blessed
In the woods,
Every tree has a voice
Through thee.
O God, what glory
In such a woodland place!
On the heights is peace –
Peace to serve thee –
How glad am I
Once again
To be able to wander
In forest and thicket
Among the trees,
The green things and the rocks.
No mortal can love
The country as I do;
For woods and trees and rocks
Return the echo
A man desires.
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