Cool stillness
Serene wilderness
Secrets before dawn
Foothills
Mountain tops
Lush array
Awaiting His light
The ever-bright
Morningstar
The moment of anointing
Walking into His plan
Glory on land, in sea and air
To the One whom died, our sins to bear
His death forged the way
For all trees
No matter their valley
Or green-leafy rally
All His trees, the same
Created by Most High
Obeying each day and night
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Thank you for your visit! We are home from this trip to the mountains, and I am sad. Today’s poem was born from prayer and meditation in the forest. Tomorrow, I will post the contrast, the poem I struggled with after returning home.
Have a blessed rest of Sunday. I am off soon to read two poems at a local church!
In Christ,
Julie
Faith Hope and Poetry 
So beautiful! I am glad that the Lord allowed you to share in such beauty with Him. The trees do speak of Him!
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Dear Bettie, our God is so amazing and so gracious. I sense His presence strongly in nature. Thank you for the encouragement here, my sweet friend and sister in Christ.
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