Musing On A Summer Afternoon Poem by Quinn Graw

On a private Monday afternoon
the tall grass waving to the last
under the calm, gentle wind beast
the Sun teasing behind clouds
playing peek-a-boo out loud
the summer wine's maturing now
blessing of the warm season
God's vitalityon display for His reasons.
The chickens, the pet cat
the bushes, the lawn and the trees
yes even the weeds that grow for free
spell out a calm afternoon
as God's quiet voice emerges
while the light wind cools
while the sunshine now plays hide and seek.
His message often submerges
as we call on Him
when we stumble and am weak
for God lingers in the calming light breeze
growing into a stronger wind
strengthening us through.
He is everywhere,
all the time,
and knowing all.
With Him for us
can there be anyoneagainst us
while musing on a summer afternoon?