the lights have left the leaves,
golden brilliance
turned out like a
glowing candle
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.
He’s here.
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Published by Jody Lee Collins
Now that I'm retired from 25 years of elementary teaching, I am able to spend time in my happy place--at my desk where I read and write as often as I can.
When I'm not at my desk, you can find me in my other happy place--the garden, watering, weeding and worshipping. My husband and I live near Seattle and close enough to my two grown children and grandchildren that I'm able to hug them often. That is my greatest joy.
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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…