"in The Hush"

"in The Hush"

A Poem by Valentine

 

 

"In The Hush"
In the hush of the forest floor,
A place to sit and dream...and more.
A quiet place, to lie and dream,
Listen to the animals...birds...and things.
In the hush of the verdant green trees;
A man can kneel...upon his knees,
In this beautiful cathedral, God has made...
He can talk to the Lord in the forest glade.
Not one soul to hear...and no one to see,
As he kneels and prays...makes his plea.
He can speak from the heart, in a hushed voice,
Or cry out in anger,,,he has his choice.
Tears can run in rivers...down his face,
When giving thanks...a smile can be placed.
No one to think...of the weakness he shows;
As he talks to his God...tears flowing...he knows.
There is such beauty, as the sun strikes through,
He can weep...and talk...afraid of losing you;
His God can hear...and He understands,
Kneeling on ones knees...does not show weakness in man.
And as the hush...of the forset floor,
Slowly brings peace...understanding and more.
His heart can respond, in the sharing of pain;
As his agony at the foot...of the Cross is lain.
As the sun streaks through...and peace enters in,
He knows to this forest church...he will come again.
This one is for you daddy, I will see you soon..


     Valentine

© 2012 Valentine


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This is a beautiful tribute to your Dad, nature & God. It touched my heart deeply.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your words are so very touching as I can visualize praying in such a way - close to nature......so very, very close to almighty God!!
And you are so right in that kneeling on ones knees does not show weakness. It shows great reverence for our Creator!!
Beautiful my friend!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like this one

Posted 12 Years Ago


Valentine

12 Years Ago

Thank you..it was written for my dad..he loved his woods on the old farm.Valentine
A beautiful poem. I go to the forest and pray. In the hand of nature the spirit of life and death can hear us. I like the complete poem. A perfect ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


A forest can be a cathedral...a very private place for the heart to speak...to listen...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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