| In Awe of God �Not water, but glass!� I must insist, Gazing on this lake, wrapped in mist, Mist which rolls away to a final destination. Warmed by a waking sun, hiding behind the trees, Inspired by birds� songs on the gentle breeze. Spider rising to daily chores, crawling across the wall, Moving steadily in the newborn dew fall, Nature begins its day without procrastination. A woodpecker drills slowly a hole in a tree To bring back breakfast for a nest of three. A fish jumps across the world, catching time Before falling back into a cold watery rhyme. So I will not deny this temptation, I will gaze at this land on which I trod, And I will stand in awe of God. |