Tranquility


A small quiet stream with trees lining the banks
Leaves so still you swear you can see them breathe
Your eyes follow the stream to the farthest point
And the air is thick with honeysuckle and wild onions

It is dark and mysterious the deeper you look through the trees
Water is softly gurgling and flowing over river pebbles
A leaf falls from a tree and floats past your feet
And lichen clings to fallen tree trunks and broken limbs

The trees are deathly still
The water is clear and clean
Birds sing in the distance
And God waits for you to stop and notice

His beauty, creation, spirit and tranquility
Can be found walking beside a small quiet stream
And you leave there becoming a better person
For basking in the tranquility of God

Develle - June 27, 2006