His Glory


God's beauty reigns, not only in sunshine's hue

The dark night sigh, its breath so calm

Provide shelter to a weary soul

The field is plain no color green

The night bird sings to flowers gowns

Their silhouettes make the trees giant

To the little creatures that work all night

In the midst of silence my spirit liven

What a bliss to see His grace

Sans color, sans sound

It doesn't make a difference

My deepest thoughts console my soul

As it brings me to a world very familiar

Yet further seen by the human eyes

My eyes, oh my eyes, a mere solace, a mere part

For my heart have long ago unite with the world divine


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She can't be captured, she's like the breeze wafting gently

She's like a painting, composed of many colors

She's like porcelain: dainty, lacey, shaped of beauty

She is a wonder, a song, a flight of imagination

She's a story, overflowing with surprises, waiting to be told

She's to be cherished and treasured

She is a pearl of great price