when tired am I,
I lay my head
upon the pillow of my bed.
into my dreams
my thoughts descend
like swirling mist around the bend
until a wooded
glade I see
adorned in fragrant greenery.
and then I sit
upon a log
near ancient ferns and croaking frogs
as in the night
the skies above
declare the glory of God's love.
21 May 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
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