I hear You in the sweet airs lift,
The hum of distant rustles drift.
Winged creatures live in your midst…
Singing symphonies; love’s heart kissed.
Garden paradise untouched by me;
You speak a language of mystery.
Godly scriptures unfold from the green,
Creation revealed in your mirrors unseen.
Grace in the wind, in the dawning new day.
Found in the dew that reflects heaven’s ray.
Found in the songs that sing nature’s hue.
All welcomes; Love greets; I find me in You.
© 2019.2018 Linda Willows
Psalm 84:1-4
How lovely are Thy dwelling places, O Lord of hosts! My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the Lord; My heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God. The bird also has found a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even Thine altars, O Lord of hosts, My King and my God. How blessed are those who dwell in Thy house! They are ever praising Thee.
