the lights have left the leaves,
golden brilliance
turned out like a
glowing candle
quieted by the wind.
the leaves float and rustle
voices, too, carried by the breeze
to this place atop a hill--
the slant a receptacle for sound
forcing it upwards
to my ears.
I'm hidden--
He's not.
I hear Him.
i often find the almighty in nature...yes i can hear...
ReplyDeleteyes. Yes!!
ReplyDeleteHe Is Who He Is, always, no matter who or where we are!
This is soothing... your words, the leaves, the ending.
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