"Thoughts from an Afternoon Drive"
The winter sun:
Even this Great Light alters
Her celestial dance at the beckoning
Of her Ruler.
Clouds,
Preparing rain for the Earth
To make her bring forth and bud;
At the summons of her Maker.
Bare Oaken Branches,
Raising their hands in worship
Of their Creator.
Evergreen pines,
Lifting their voices in chorus
With the gentle breeze
To sing of the Great God.
Autumn leaves,
Lying In the dust, regenerating the earth
til He makes all things New.
All nature extolls their Master Craftsman, so I,
The crowning achievement of His handiwork
Must join in....
