August 09, 2009

Voices on the breeze


Wind rushes gently through the trees,
Humming birds flit from flower to flower,

Bees buzz softly hour after hour,
And voices come to me on the breeze
Whispering peace to my troubled heart
Yet I hear thunder in the distant clouds,

"Delay the storm, Dear God," I pray.
"Give me peace for one more day.
Give me strength for that coming storm,
but for now, let me enjoy the morn."

A little finch perched upon my sill
And bid my heart be still.



5 comments:

Danette said...

love it!!

Andrea said...

This was a beautiful day! Even better with the company shared!

I love you Dad!

Andrea said...

This was a beautiful day! Even better with the company shared!

I love you Dad!

Kent said...

It was a beautiful day. Sharing it with you made it even more beautiful. You are the sunshine in my life.

Anonymous said...

I am glad that you had a good day. Kent said how he looked forward to it.