His Face

Soft falls the night, pensive still
Wrapping arms of silence
About the woods and hills.
But if you listen closely
There is something you will hear:
The echoes of His greatness
Whispering in your ear.|
And if you'll then remember
To look up and seek His face
You'll see His pure reflection
In beauty's warm embrace.
Feel Him settle 'round you,
Experience His grace,
In one of nature's moments
You will have seen His face.
 

Mother: Who she Was is What she Did AND Said

Mother: Who she Was is What she Did AND Said

In Honor of My Mother

In Honor of My Mother