To watch the wind, through the trees.
The dance, of the leaves. And the willows
that bow, so majestically now. With such a
feeling in the air, of Gods Spirit there. A
tranquility deep, between the birds and nature,
as they speak. Can you hear his sounds? His
voice. As time moves all around, even in the
rains, as they trickle down. And seen, in the
rippling of a stream, as the waves seem, to
wear crowns. Bejeweled in the sons light,
that's found. Life holds such meaning. His
love is there, in the core of all being. With a
spirit, so freeing.
Our deep faith in God enables us to see and feel the magic of nature. We can see God in all creations.
Rebecca! ! ! ! This is stunning... even in a night sky of your poems, this SHINES! ! ! Have been gone for a while and this is 1st poem I read---what a blessing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem with compelling imagery. Top marks