The Heartbeat of God
High on a hillside,
in the middle
of the marigolds
and the meadowlarks,
I sit, stilling my soul.
my fingers feel God's
cool, green grass.
I press my fingers
down into the soft,
moist earth.
The palm of my hand
starts to throb.
As if I am
touching
the heartbeat
of God.
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014
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