I hear the sounds of

many waters,

rushing winds,

and gentle breezes.

Of babbling brooks,

crackling fires,

and towering trees

dropping their leaves

one.

by.

one.

At once

they join

in the most holy sound

of all.

in the silence…

in the stillness…

that fully utters

inarticulate

accumulations

of the sounds

of God

Who walks

among us

In a bit of apprehension, I share this with you. I make no claims to be a poet. I certainly do not scrutinize words or proper ways to write. I just write. As it comes. Because it ministers to me… and I hope it ministers to you. So… flawed… yet grateful… I share this with you. May God fill your heart with inexpressible delight as you draw near to Him today. Mary ♡