Trickling down,

The water splashes onto the rocks

Creating a fine mist that hangs in the air

The trees are green and alive,

Surging with the life God designed

This is truly where Creation sings to its Creator,

A symphony of wind and silence

The water is quiet and the trees bow low,

For Him that Is.

 

The lightning shifts and the rain slants across the sky,

Bringing new life and restoring the freshness of the world,

Like the first day before the Fall

Thunder booms with the praises of the Almighty,

The flower opens for His design,

The lightning is as swift as His Mercy and Rescue,

And His Forgiveness is as the rain,

Washing, Cleansing, Renewing.

 

Through crags and canyons echo the solitude of the Father,

A Peace whispers through the silence.

It is here, I find my God, in the silence and the perpetual whispers of His Creation,

That I find myself saying “How can you love me?”

And He responds with the quiet of His Presence.

And so, I fall asleep in His Peace.