Silence and Happiness

It snowed lightly last night. I venture into the woods, hear the silence reigning supreme. Mutely a light breeze weaved its way amongst the moss-covered trunks, the high branches swinging serenely, the verdant leaves of evergreen trees. Occasionally a snowflake fluttered down onto the white path that winded its way across the solitary forest. I felt peace in silence despite the cold that griped my arthritic old bones. A few tears of happiness bleared from my sight. The mist lifted like a silken veil, all around shone in utter splendor: a masterpiece of an ethereal painting of some great master of olden times. I felt your presence everywhere, O Lord, I was exhilarated as a bird on the wing, elated and consoled in utter harmony with nature's song of praise, a heavenly sigh to its Creator.