It’s quiet now
Here
Where waters lap among the reeds
I can hear myself think
And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible
Here at the laver
Before the temple of God
– the fire pops –
And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze
Ascends like incense
Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers
Heavenward to Nature’s God
Alone at twilight
Til nearby song birds sing
And I look across nature into the eternity
Nature’s changing face reveals
And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream
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Dear AJ,
This piece is mastery level perfection.
H 🌷
There you go, buttering me up so you can tempt me beyond all reason! More please! 😁🌼