~untitled~
The serenity of the sea, lying still in the night;
The feeling of the wind running it's fingers through your hair;
The crystal sands laying a carpet beneath your feet;
The world asleep, void of all despair.
The moon, throwing a sheet of silver across the water's face,
Forms a road to Paradise above the sky.
All this beauty created for us;
Sometimes I wonder why we cry.
The green, green forests on a new Spring day;
The freshness and coolness of the wooded ground;
The dewdrops hanging on the wildflowers' stems
Mirroring blues and yellows and reds all around.
The spears of sunlight before a storm
Drawing God's nectar into His store...
And the lightning and the winds and the rumble in the clouds
And the rain sending nourishment to the Earth once more.
The birds in the trees singing their songs of love;
The bees drinking honey from a rose;
This memorial to God we enter every day
And the doors to this church never close.
March 17, 1966
The Family Man
~back to my homepage~
Email:
ve60tt@nfis.com
