Oh, Lord. Poem by Rebecca Navarre

How precious is life! ..
Like a slow deep breath, in the night.
Like the breeze that talks, amongst the
trees. Like the shimmering of dew drops,
on the leaves. Like the powerful tranquilizing
tides, that roll. Like the dripping icicles, and
the melting of snow. Like the stars being placed so
precisely, to be hold. Each moment, so preciously
told. Like the setting of the sun, as it touches the
horizon, and then drops below. Like the budding
of a blossoming flower, as it unfolds. Revealing it's
heart and soul. Oh, Lord your love, your life is the
most precious of gifts, and the purest gold.
But this, all the earth, all the skies, all nature knows.