MY QUIET PLACE

This is new --- written while being rejuvenated in my personal devotions.

         MY QUIET PLACE    by Maria Mize

The palms and branches of the old oaks sway
    as the wind blows ---
    lightly, then more forcefully,
    its power increasing.

I lift my face, absorbing the warmth of the son,
    the caress of the breeze on my skin
    and I breathe deeply.

Whatever happens to me and wherever life takes me ---
    whether I be small or great ---
    there is peace in Him,
    inherent and tangible in His creation.

I reflect on the rainbow and
    His promise to us
    never to destroy the earth again by flood ----
    no matter how rotten and undeserving we be.

I open my eyes a little wider ----
    He is there in the majesty of the trees,
    and the mystery of the wind.

I ponder -----
    "... the meek shall inherit the earth
    and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace." (Psalm 37:11)