When ever I see a comet fly
Across a midnight sky
Watch the moon go sailing by
Hear a night bird cry
God speaks to me.
When I view planet mars
Through a scope and other stars
feel cool night air
Like tiny diamonds in my hair
God speaks to me.
Through green needled tongue
The lofty pines have often sung
With the wind time after time
In soft whispery rhyme
Music from another realm
Orchestrated by him
Natures own sweet song
Composed by God alone
Has spoke to me.
If you listen with spirit ear
Perhaps you too will hear
The sound of music playing
And what God is saying
When he speaks to you.
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Anon (Reader)
Reviewed on July 2, 2006
Thank you :-)
You build up such vivid images with well chosen words, I really liked it.
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You build up such vivid images with well chosen words, I really liked it.
Beautiful paean to Nature and life. "Queit Nights" flows on wise waves on the sea of wonders.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU