When I walk in the mornings or anytime alone, God gives me wonderful poetic words. I try to remember them until I get to a pad of paper and pen or to my keyboard. Sometimes the perfect thought or rhyme is lost to the wind forever....
walking at daybreak
is my best time of the day
the world is still except
for the birds wakening song
in the quiet stillness
I hear God whisper
these words
midday is loud, rambunctious, disturbing
by nightfall
quiet returns
peace is restored
once again
the words of God
can be heard
in the very stillness of my soul
and oh, how sweet they are
1 comment:
Beautiful! The picture is so mysterious. Your poetry is equally lovely.v
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