Shades of cool green bleed into yellows and reds.
Pines sweet smell; rushing waters full of liquid dreams.
Soft are the sights and smooth the tender sounds.
A new day risen with hope; idyllic is life’s gentle dream.
So rest this spirit as beneath the canopy its aura falls.
Peace sought in seclusion; quietness abounds…”shhhh, did you hear that?”
“I thought I heard the voice of God Call…”
Psalms 46:10
“Be still, and know that I am God…”
J. Allen Wilson © 8/2007
Mary
thanks,
Dan
;) Kathy - peace and blessing to you on your trip!
such a write reverberates deeply, and echoes throughout my day, in little stop still iamges. .. God is all aroound and in the nooks and crannies of us. .. small things. .
have a beautiful peaceful creative time~
nessa
Sounds truly wonderful, J. Allen. Enjoy, Enjoy, Enjoy!!
Be safe,
Karen
yes, do ignore pig polly!
have a wonderful trip,
carolyn