Monday, April 5, 2010
Sit with me
Come, come take my hand;
Come down with me to the magic Glen.
Sit with me on a rock beneath the shading oaks and whispering pines,
And be serenaded by the gushing, gurgling, glistening brook.
Feel the cool spray of splashing spring water rushing to the unseen,
On a journey to faraway.
Close your eyes, look skyward, warm your face by sunrays just arrived,
From a million mile race.
Breath, let go, open your soul,
To all of it,
The awe of it,