Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 23, 2008 7:06:44 GMT -5
BEAUTY OF CREATION
The wheat field swayed in the wind,
the faint rumble of thunder broke
the tranquillity of the place.
In the distance, the waters
of the river churn fiercely.
I stood there aghast
wondering where to look.
Everything everywhere
was so beautiful.
The late summer full moon
was still up, sinking towards
the western horizon.
The animals had retreated
from the field for the
cooler, safer woods.
The crow, the lark,
all were silent.
I crawled into the
sleeping bag, in a tent
pitched on a rocky mountain.
To drift off to sleep that night
was a pleasure, no worry about
being awakened by the kids.
I woke up inhaling
the frigid morning air.
From the rocky mountain,
I watched the valley,
bathed in pink by the
early morning sunrise.
I stood there gazing
at the beauty of creation..
For a moment I bowed down
and thanked the Creator.
© ALEYAMMA JACOB
The wheat field swayed in the wind,
the faint rumble of thunder broke
the tranquillity of the place.
In the distance, the waters
of the river churn fiercely.
I stood there aghast
wondering where to look.
Everything everywhere
was so beautiful.
The late summer full moon
was still up, sinking towards
the western horizon.
The animals had retreated
from the field for the
cooler, safer woods.
The crow, the lark,
all were silent.
I crawled into the
sleeping bag, in a tent
pitched on a rocky mountain.
To drift off to sleep that night
was a pleasure, no worry about
being awakened by the kids.
I woke up inhaling
the frigid morning air.
From the rocky mountain,
I watched the valley,
bathed in pink by the
early morning sunrise.
I stood there gazing
at the beauty of creation..
For a moment I bowed down
and thanked the Creator.
© ALEYAMMA JACOB