It's Quiet Now

 
It’s quiet now

Here

Where waters lap among the reeds

I can hear myself think

And a hundred impossible flights of fancy are possible

Here at the laver

Before the temple of God

- the fire pops –

And smoke stirred by a vagrant breeze

Ascends like incense

Bearing my thoughts like pristine prayers

Heavenward to Nature’s God

Alone at twilight

Til nearby song birds sing

And I look across nature into the eternity

Nature's changing face reveals

And I wait ‘tween the promise and the dream