A Time To Be Still
My Great Master blows His healing, sweet cool breath,
which falls upon me in magically, perfectly shaped, tiny
crystal diamonds.
These flakes fall gently, upon my face.
You give me silent peace, I rest now with all of your creation.
A time for reflection crosses my path, a time to be still and
hear God's clear and loving voice.
I know God is real when I look at the beauty of these
snow covered forests.
I always have known that God's great house will also
one day be my home.
by S.E. Clark
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