In the Cool of the Day

In the cool of the day

            when things are soft and quiet,

I sit at your feet

            and hear your voice

            speaking to my heart.

Your language of love and joy and comfort

            fills my heart with Your fragrances

            that captivate my soul to overflowing.

I cannot move. I dare not move.

Eternity sits still

and doesn’t breathe.

Suspended in Your presence

            I sit at your feet

            and hear your voice

            and things are soft and quiet

                        in the cool of the day. 

Marcia

8/25/06