“How is your weather?”
We often say.
What if we meant,
“How is your day?”
What if we meant,
“How do you feel?
Tell me your story;
Tell me what’s real.”
“Tell me the longing
Deep in your heart,
Your joys and your sorrows —
That would be a good start.”
Longing for sunshine
On a dark, cloudy day?
Longing for peace –
Putting turmoil at bay?
Deep in our hearts,
Only God can fulfill
Our need for His love —
Let Him make your heart still.
The tawny hills with golden flecks
The summer’s air, the wilderness
The lazy buzzing of the bees
The grass that tickles calloused knees
The welcomeness of gentle breeze
All these and more my heart do swell
And then my soul says, “It is well”
The wilderness a sacrament
The vibrant stillness infinite
The wind that rustles in the trees
It seems that time will never cease
A window opens to a place
Which weary soul can now embrace
The gift of silence like to gold
My heart will ever, always hold
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