last light

I walk the countryside at last light,
the Milkyway high above.
The crickets and the tow'ring firs sing their song.

The gravel trail leads to a glen,
a bowl of grass and wild flow'rs.
There, I raise my hands and sing God's praise.

The crickets quickly harmonize
with the owls and gentle wind.
The flick'ring last call of sunlight greets the moonless sky.

There I listen to the melodies
and the calls of vagrant birds.
I wonder at the mysteries held among the stars.

I sense the greatness of Almighty God.
I feel the wonder of his love.
I bow before him in the nameless field and weep for joy.

11 May 2010 by Glen Alan Woods