TIMELESS CHILL

Written by: Jeff Bresee

Granite grandeur draped in snow

Soft whisper falls

Clear water flows

 

No hand extends to measure time

No cares ascend

No worries find

 

For purpose fades into the still

A tranquil peace

Here in the chill

 

What part of time and space am I

So small beneath the endless sky

A spec of dust, a grain of sand...

Yet cradled in the Master’s hand

...Jeff Bresee