A Quiet Time...
by Betty Jo Hilger
Resting in the dappled shade, beneath the willow tree
Where diamonds on the water kiss the wind
And whispering trees are singing, tunes of peaceful reverie
When laughter of small children lingers soft, therin
My eyes can barely see the joy that passes through my view
Where giant fingers reach to heaven, breaking up the blue
And harps of green are murmuring their secrets to the sky
In languages of loving care, where we forgot to cry
I hear a weathered whistle warble softly past my ear
Communicating messages of safety from my fear
And as I rest my weary soul, to let my thoughts drift dreaming
My heart of hearts has raised a prayer of gratitude, for meaning.
