God's Power
I'm sitting here and gazing upon the
rhymic dance of these trees and their leaves.
I'm amzaed of their timing to move and come to a
complete motionless state ofexistence.
The conductor of orchestrate sounds of the evening,
the wind. He commands this precise ritual dance as though life
moves constant.
Suddently, the conductor commands
complete silence and the wind cease its order
for the dance. Still I am held in awe and a wonderous
solace of this majestic affair reveals God's
Power.
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