~ Here With My Father ~

Creation whispers, listen,
hearken to the wind,
rustling the trees, let leaves sway
there is God and I.

Eagle soars, the sky his home,
the cliffside stark, I cannot fly,
I feel the grass, beneath my feet,
my God and I.

Rivers roar, the endless rush
flooding earth, parched, I softly
pray, secure
in my
Father God am I.

Every day, from morning's dawn
along each path, til sunset red
In deepest night,
in God's love am I.


Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © August 2009
Poetry From The Heart

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