The sun rises over the hills.
Warmth floods the world.
The hills are singing with birds.
The trees lift their arms
to lovingly embrace the wind.
This is God’s world,
the harmony is His.
The little river flows on,
free in its fluid movement.
The moon is dim,
resting her silver sliver
in a blanket of blue.
This is God’s world,
the harmony is His.
I lean out over my balcony,
arms spread open
to welcome the sun,
to welcome the wind,
to welcome the naked shivers
of God.
The little river is flowing
through my heart.
This is God’s world,
the harmony is His.
Poem © Blake Steele 2001
Art © Blake Steele 2010
May be copied freely for non commercial purposes
Art © Blake Steele 2010
May be copied freely for non commercial purposes