I Sit There Among the Trees

I sit there among the trees Leafy recess an arbor breeze Husky sounds breathe wheeze Tremor of wind. I sit and hike through the mind My god is great sweet and kind Slowly the gems of soul are mined In eyes of blind. I sit and chant my holy prayer Lord in heart you so desire In the dark I see the watch fire Funneled through lyre. I listen to the eternal whisper Deep silent good thought-keeper In the deep nook hear the beeper Lord is coming-near. Whispers Of Your Soul - Poetry Contest Sponsor Gail Angel Doyle Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY Written on 15 December 2014