I drench my pillow with salty tears,
as night shadows loiter – slowly lurk;
till twinkling stars map promising hope.
Down woodland lane and sturdy oaks,
past thick meadow spills new growth,
toward endless surf and eternal sands;
all so much greater than I am.
There I whisper a longing prayer;
God’s creation with each rising sun.
“The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.”
Over at dverse we’re taking a look at nature’s healing touch.