I'm not Thoreau or Emerson,
But this I say to you,
There are wonders in God's creation
That speak of his Love
The delicate fragrance of the woods,
Rich in spice and sweet perfum
Remind me of the Bridegroom
Who beckons us to draw near.

The dew that drips form the trees,
Like diamonds from the Bridegroom's hand
Replenish the earths floor,
So dainty- coloured flowers can bloom 
     ever more.
His paintbrush skillfully sweeps and dots
To prepare every leaf and bloom
For His beloved to enjoy and savour,
To make her yearn to dwell with Him
In His house forever.

There's something about a walk in the woods
On an early sunday morning
That draws us close to Him
And prepares us to receive His word.
And sing a psalm
And share His love
That others may know as we know
The riches of His glory!

R McLendon...1996