Quiet Time (reposted)

This poem was a result of my quiet time with God, while on a ladies retreat. Our cabins were rustic, comfortable and positioned right on the river. The deck offered a breathtaking view, especially in the early morning as the fog lay across the lake and lifted as the sun peeked it's cheery head out to shine. I found a bench near some trees, and became filled with the spirit as I spent time alone with God, and these words spilled forth.

The beauty of the fall colors
how you planned them just for me
sitting on a bench beneath majestic trees

Your whisper in each breeze that blows
the sun upon my back
with every falling dying leaf
a new one will grow back

My plans and schemes are like each leaf
they die before they fall
And in the new growth that you bring
you wait sweetly for my all

I sit here oh so quiet Lord
thanking you for this place
And for seeing you for who you are
in every lovely face

My life my time is not my own
but yours if I could see
So in your presence I will wait
and meet you quietly

Firelight Dance

toasty toes
amongst the flames
my eyes are held captive
as the warmth
envelopes my body

Sleepy Time

little chubby fingers
twisting and holding my hair
as he drifts off to sleep
dreaming tenderly

October Rain

skies of gray
telling a story
before the clouds burst
and rain covers the earth