Heart curves to the Face of such beauty seen,
‘Tis Nature’s sweet bidding, these tender lights green.
that ease all burdens and grasping’s that lean,
This ancient cathedral of Gods’ sweet serene.
Come close and allow me to breathe all of You,
Love blesses each morning that sprinkles the dew,
I pray that Your wonders could wrap me full through,
Your Hidden – such Beauty; we are safe in Its pew.
Let me hear the whispers of how the wind sings,
I long to imagine the sweet chords that ring
as the Heavens fly through the trees tops soft swing.
I am wrapped in His Nature, such a winged joy’s King.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Sergian