Clouds hang heavy, sky golden purple,
Deep quiet of early morn,
I am again outdoors-nightgown clad.
The sun magnificent, slow in purpose,
Amazing peace-
the trill of a songbird,
Savoring the moment I drink deeply,
Calling Your name again Oh God,
And when I feel your presence,
My soul is filled, delighted, quenched.
And once again all is well.
Noise, bustle, hurry, rush,
Daily demands of the world awaits.
Family – friends – as well as strangers
Drain us physically, mentally, spiritually.
Out of habit, we feed our bodies.
Our mental and spiritual being too often,
Left drained, lonely, exhausted, depressed.
Learning to quiet our spirit – feed our soul,
And once again we will feel Your presence,
We will feel – know that all is well.
Helen Margaret Burley
June 17th 2002
My friend Marilyn sent me a picture and said it would make a beautiful poem. This is the results of her picture. She is my Christian e-mail friend and I pray she is blessed as she reads this poem.
