8/25/06
There are times—usually in the soft stillness of a starlit night—
When I feel a sense of one-ness with all Creation.
I hold my breath wanting not even the slight movement or the sound of breathing
To interrupt the quiet and the magic spell of God’s Spirit.
That Spirit holds me enraptured with the trees and leaves, the deer and fawn,
The night birds and crickets.
We all soak in Gods’ love and peace and
Collectively exist by His Grace.Together we sigh and sing praise
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2 comments:
Wow, did you write that? It's fantastic!
Yes, I wrote it. I'm a 'closet' poet!
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