Sunday

The warmth of the day is welcome
i go out and meet it
I recline upon the rough cement
and empty myself of thoughts

The clouds have left
the sun kisses my face
I enjoy the moment
that blissful embrace

I hear the roar of the wind
as it passes the trees
I feel its caress on my face
that gentle touch upon my neck

For this time the world is beautiful
the world is at peace in my little moment
For but an instant serenity
my surroundings feel like home

The hopping running spider that skitters along the path
the roving ant who follows his meandering course
The tentative squirrel who endeavors to cross the yard
the leaf whimsically tumbling end over end

I observe much and experience even more
there is beauty all around but I seldom stop to notice
I turn inward to reflect
give free reign to my thoughts

They go here and there
to this person and to that
To possibilities and options
to experiences had and yet to be had

A knowing smile crept across my lips
i close my eyes and contentedly sigh
Opening them anew and seeing creation
seeing ingenuity and imagination

This was a divine moment
where He put at ease my heart
where I rested in His majesty
This was worship