When ...

When…

the winds caress my face, I watch leaves dance a twirl.

Flowers face the heavens.  Evening jasmine flutters my soul.

I search the skies - their feathery clouds evolving to seasonal storms.

It’s then that I imagine our vast, majestic cosmos …

– How I’m part of its norms?

When…

I see erupting buds grace twigs of spring. And listen to birds revive.

Icy nights are things of the past; gloom a seasonal demise.

The dawn seeps through my heart ;  it wakes me with a song.

It’s then that I appreciate that there’s a bigger plan …

– He’s working His daily charm;

When…

I feel a snout tucked into my side; its face a wonder of awe.,

It prods to walk the lazy stream; to play and heed the call.

Energy wanes. Evening bids a call to rest…

It’s then that I’m reminded well  …

                                                              -          That His ways are always best.

When…

I pause to reflect on ancient paths; the ways of those who’ve been before.

I turn my face to human deeds - compassion and uncomplicated lore.

I watch a face erupt into smile with a gentle and comforting hug.

It’s then that I understand His greatest call…

-          to spread His word of love

When…

I see all this and more.  I offer my song of praise:

my hands to the heavens, a touch of grace, a bubbling of my withered ways.

I take a moment:  pause, reflect. A silent prayer to cope.

It’s then that I know of His great plan …

Faith.  Love.  Hope.

Caryl Moll

12 September 2013