Raindrops glisten on the window sill.
A steady beat pounding to the sound of my own heart.
Contentment pours from deep within,
enveloping everything in its wake.
The earth moves beneath my toes,
as I walk across the sacred soil.
Arms stretched to embrace the life,
that it so willingly gives forth.
Beloved are the ways that make themselves known,
to those that believe.
Nurtured by a merciful God,
that lovingly tends to his growing flock.
Such treasures are never meant,
to be taken for granted.
Instead, we should bask within their glories,
and give thanks for what we’ve been given.
© June 29, 2011 L.E.M.