Enchanted Places

Communion with God is creation in all its forms

The dawning of light from darkness fills the morn

The warming sun awakens the little flowers

Rivers rise, time stills, in rainbow showers

The sea like silver bares its bosom to the moon

The desert floors are busy until high noon

The wild bees buzzing on their daily chases

Trees sing bass, birds sing tenor in… enchanted places

– C. S. Craig

 

 

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