Southern Woods

Southern Woods


I
cherish
my walks through
these southern woods.
The fragrance of pine trees
overwhelms my senses, and
I am lost in the moment. I feel
serenity in the gentle lapping of
the water, as it laughs at the stones
in its way. The leaf-carpeted earth
beneath my feet, and the autumn painted
canopy above me, remind me of God's love
of beauty. His presence fills my soul, and I rejoice
at the bounty I see all around me. He must surely enjoy
the laughter of the brook and the swirling of scents from the
bouquets of wildflowers that are strewn amongst the tree trunks.
What a
measure
of His
love, that
He would
share this
beauty
with us!


Pat Nelson
January 14, 2009

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