Walk Quiet

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.