SACRED STILLNESS
There was a sacred stillness in the morning air,
As if all nature held her breath in sweet prayer,
The only movement came from swaying trees,
Like a psalm of worship joined by the breeze.
The sun awoke and gently kissed the dew away,
Bringing life and warmth to this brand new day,
The last of t he flowers raised their heads high,
Also offering their praises to the brightening sky.
It is good to see nature worship their Maker and King,
The whole vision before me seemed to want to sing
A song of thanksgiving to their God in heaven above,
For there was a special feeling that morn of His love
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 2 October 2005