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The Meadow
Slip off my shoes
 Feel the grass cool beneath my feet
 Wind gently caresses my cheek
 Swirls wistfully through my hair
 Walking
 Softly whistles escape
 Flying through their personal boat on the wind
 Gliding I float forward
 Sun beaming down
 Tendrils of grace and warmth
 Shines upon me as if it were a smile
 Lilies start to bloom
 Buds peaking out from their green shell
 Some ahead of the game showing splashes of color
 Intoxicating smells
 Of natures beauty overcome me
 I am my Fathers child
 The burbling of the creek
 Grows ever present
 As each step I take leads me closer
 To the crystal flow of liquid glass
 Water cleansing as I walk
 As if it were strokes of forgiveness
 Washing me clean as I
 Walk on 
 This beauty, far greater then any man
 Could possess power to create.
 Looking up into the deepest depths
 Of the glowing blue sky
 Puffy white clouds speckled lightly
 Across the seemingly endless horizon
 “Daddy, how can they say You don’t exist,
 When your garden surrounds us with something,
 Even we cant comprehend?” 
 The questions remain, even now, as I’ve grown
 Walking down the same path, His garden,
 Of mystifying beauty, and gentle love, bubbling with life and laughter
 “Father, how do they say you don’t exist, 
 When every stream, every sky, all creation
 Is your thumb print, of bountiful blessing.”
 
 
 
 Staring watchfully, at the colors molding together
 As the sun runs to kiss the moon
 Capturing the passer by
 
 
 
 Laying on a bed of lush grass
 Watching the stars, contemplating
 Awestruck
 At Your presence
 And stimulating design
 “Father Your beauty surpasses all, and Your love unexplainable
 Help my love to be as Yours.
 Always”
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