Meditations on God

Eastwardly
the sun rises
tickling my face with its glow
its radiance stills me
halting my restless mind
the subtle vibrations
of the leaves
catch my attention
hinting at your breath
the breath that breathes
life into all things
through the early morning quiet
the birds begin to sing
and in their sweet songs
I hear you say
Here I am
precious child
you have nothing to fear