~ 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
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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