Listen Quietly

If you listen quietly
You will hear notes on the breeze.
Soft enchanting melodies
Are inviting you to sing.

Close your eyes; stretch out your arms.
Feel the shadows shade the warmth
As the soft clouds paint the sky,
Tracing contours of last light.

Deeper still the colors grow.
Arcs of crimson-orange glow
In a beautiful embrace
Which reflects God's holy grace.

Sing the song that fills your heart.
Put off fear and sing your part.
Stoicism will erode
As you dance before the Lord.

Quietly you stop to kneel.
Deep within your heart you feel
The hand of God nudging you.
Prostrate you fall as you're renewed.

August 2006 by Glen Alan Woods