On the leaf-carpeted forrest floor I lay;
eyes shuttering, (opening then closing again)
the sun brings and pierces through the trees, the burden of its rays;
nestled under a branch, into the colorful piles I blend,
Still I remain unmoved listening for what you would say.
To my ears came the resounding burst of random beast;
but as I listened more for you, you brought to me first
then also to them, a quieted peace.
At the next noise started a whisper,
as it grew greater in size, to my minds focus it became a twister.
Calmed its swirling violence You did, by the the mysterious
wonders of your word , the word in which they are hid.
Another soft yet constant ringing, was that of a tapping
to my thoughts and to my heart , a song of bitter singing.
Searched as I could , I did not find the pecking sound;
the song of constant tapping, nerves now sappening
Hammer - peck , peck- hammer pound.
(twas un-rythmic to heart and soul,
threatend was I, in losing all control),
that was until I surrenderd to you;
then off the flapping of tapping grew mute.
To one other treason my ears stumbled accross,
the breeze , now stirring through trees, the still air's dross.
Steadily its power picked up playing ;
leaves as its cymbals, trees at its flute,
rocks steady in beat and never delaying;
the far off onheard creek as if a bar-resting lute.
Awed now by the empty melody of the stillness from these things;
lost and enjoying the peace, comfort, the silence of a satisfied soul,
that Jesus Christ alone brings.