The quiet fills my soul and body
as I walk this winter water.
The wind murmurs in the pines on high,
the oak leaves rustle as I pass by,
the airplane drones up in the sky,
the blue jay squawks as he and I
go through his territory.
Prayers flow forth:
For children, family, friends;
That those who know Him will come closer
and those who don't will hear Him say,
'I am the Truth, the Life, the Way.'
And may I always turn my face
to God, the Lord Creator
in times of hardship in my life
and in this quiet place.
