Quietude

I Met With Him
I come to this place of quietude,
A special spot in the woods
With the sun shining through the leaves--
Just to unravel tangled thoughts.

I look up to the clear blue sky
To the fluffy, sailing clouds,
And know down in my lonely heart
That God is near, and hears me.

All around me are the hushed woods,
With joyful songs of the birds
And squirrels rummaging through the leaves;
All are quite cautious of me.

I am filled with awe and wonder
And love for my Creator;
He brought me to this lovely place
And speaks in the quietness.

I come, alone, to talk to Him.
Take my life and use it, Lord;
I give it over, all to You.
Thank You for speaking to me.

Wendy Andrus Ross
August 20, 1981