My poem, today, reflects the refreshment and joy Jesus gave me as I walked with him, observing the beauty and glory of his creation.
I hope there’s a place where you, also, can find beauty, silence your heart, and be strengthened by his grace. It doesn’t have to be a Sunday.
A day of joy and gladness From labor, I will cease More time alone with Jesus Will bring me inner peace A chance to get together With people of like mind To talk about our Savior He is good and he is kind It’s early when I wake Dawn’s streaming in my window I feel cool air on my cheek It soothes my grief and sorrow I stretch my legs and yawn I can no longer sleep I push back my covers And stand upon my feet I put on my coolest clothing And start out on a walk It is not a day for running Already, it’s too hot We are in for a scorcher Another heat advisory I delight to see the order And beauty that surrounds me White clouds are barely moving Across the soft blue sky The cool wind still is blowing Osprey’s sing as I walk by I see them on their ledge I walk just half-a-mile Then stop at the bridge And linger for a while Queen Anne's lacy blossom Signals a treasury My heart smiles in delight As I recall that memory For a mind that likes to race To be silent seems a waste Yet I deeply need this grace I move on without haste. 7/19/20 Jane Ault