To dance upon the earth,
And cradled in the sands of time,
Comes a newborn babies'' birth.
A gentle breeze blows through the night,
It whispers through the grass,
And ripples on the water form
As rain glistens on the glass.
And you listen to the sound,
The Lords' presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.
A rainbow arcs across the sky,
A promise is displayed.
The graceful flight of a butterfly,
It takes my breath away.
The autumn leaves in their splendor
Fall gracefully to the earth,
And stars proclaim their song at night,
What is their beauty worth?
And you listen to the sound,
The Lords' presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.
© Keith Burroughs
Feb 2011
Source: Family Friends Poetry
