Here
I sit in this place
"This place?" you ask
"What place is this?"
My quiet abode, a place of bliss
A place unwalled, unroofed, unshaped
At least not by a builder's hands
No...
Human touch is unseen on these lands
A Maker's touch has set this home
This home among the birds, the trees
Up above, a dome so blue
And white and gray, and black at night
Colors seem to say what's true
Music plays so calm, serene
Scenes and sights and sounds, so pure
And I sit
Wondering
Is this real?
This refuge, light and sweet
Is this true?
This comfort, soft and clean
If so, what a thrill!
If not, what a big deal.
And then I see, I know!
Oh!
Happy day!
Even if skies are grey
Nothing else to say
About the Creator
Nick Moore
I love beauty as expressed and demonstrated through the written word. I thank God for my life, for love, and for beauty and truth. He is the source and sustenance of it all.
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