My Son

                 My Son

God I ask you to visit my son speak
with his heart while he lingers closely
to a campfire where ever his travels
have taken him .
Deep in a forest, down a dirt road or  
beside a crystal lake.
He sleeps under the stars his dreams
soar right into your heart.
I know him he cherishes all what your
hands has created .
I’ve seen the sparkle in his eyes as
he shares your joy while he watches a
bird in flight .
I’ve seen the sadness fill his eyes when
man brings destruction on the thing you
created for him to love.  
Like a small  flower scarcely hidden by
a blade of grass that was meant only for his
eyes ,a gift of love to him from you.
Do you see the spark in his eyes Lord as
he watches a firefly dance her way out of
sight .
How his face glows at the crackling of a
camp fire as it burns sending sparks to join
the stars in the night.
Open his ears so he’ll hear your voice, that
he may know all he loves your heart poured
out with Love as your creation came to life.
Now the night breeze softly blows over his
tried body as he sleeps in the mist of nature.

By: Rodney Hatchell
 

 

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Beautifully written and lovely images. Your words are from the heart...SyberRose