Grandeur

Written in 2003

 

The deep wooded glades beckon me in
They pull at my soul and caress my senses

A deep breath and I bound through the brush

Finding my way through

As if on some ancient trail

That is now grown over with gnarled maples

And enormous firs towering above

Everything is at peace here

The sparrows and finches chirping in the branches above

There is a gurgling coming from a spring in the distance

Wildflowers plentifully growing

Where the sunlight breaks through the greenery of the trees

A small herd of deer keeps a watchful eye

Seeming only to be wary of my presence

I continue on making my way up a small ridge

At the to the canopy opens up

To reveal the majesty of a mighty snow-capped mount

As I gaze o’er the green valleys

And the rugged mountaintops

An eagle soars into view

Right then and there I fall to my knees

Praising God for the beauty of His mighty works