God Speak and Song

God Speak and Song You speak to me In this templed place Where lovely doves murmur from rafters And little squirrels race. Gratitude fills the heart with awe, Leaves twinkle as diamonds In the cool morning sun. Whispering in a soprano breeze, To songs of years gone by When saplings reached their arms to the sky Strong enough for roosting sparrows, Shading small children from sun’s hot arrows. Now new winged children make Egg filled nests primordial in your boughs Where mothers warble their love Until they must teach their grownup tasks, Freeing their babes to a hostile world Tweeting and chirping Your hymns , Of songs through them, Their prayers for Your loving safety.