the lights have left the leaves,
turned out like a
quieted by the wind.
the leaves float and rustle,
voices, too, carried by the breeze
to this place atop a hill–
a slanted receptacle for sound
forcing it upwards
to my ears.
I’m hidden–He’s not.
I hear Him.
3 thoughts on “Words at Dusk”
This is soothing… your words, the leaves, the ending.
yes. Yes!!He Is Who He Is, always, no matter who or where we are!
i often find the almighty in nature…yes i can hear…