The quiet surrounds me
As the storm builds in the distance.
The hazy glow of the sun
Setting off to the west,
Its light slowly fading
As in rest from a long day.
The clouds roll in softly
With their promise of showers.
Quietly, at first, the droplets begin,
Leaving tiny circles on the sand.
The scent of a summer storm
Drifts softly into my senses.
In this moment, I feel peace,
As the gentle breeze carries the rain,
Renewing the land on which we stand
And breathing life back into its soil.
Such is my time with God.
The peace, the quiet, the renewal
Of a soul tired from daily trials.
Nurtured by His love of promise,
Strengthened by His touch
To a human heart slowly beating,
Carrying me along the paths
Of my walk with Him.