The Song.

I can hear it in the setting sun.
I can hear it when the horses run.
I can hear it in the crashing waves.
I can hear it when the lion roars.
I can hear it in the breath of angels.
I can hear it when the cheetah leaps.
I can hear it when the butterfly emerges.
I can hear it when the child sleeps.
Whirling, crashing, booming, slashing.
Singing prolonged,
A beautiful song.
As soft as a breath of air.
So loud it's everywhere.
An aurora borialis, shining bright.
Sparkling stars of the night.
A song of loud, unending power.
A song as beautiful as a flower.
A song that is wonderful, wonderful peace:
"God made us all and he is pleased!"

Rose in the brush

You.
Are like a rose in the brush.
Don't rush.
A flower in the palm of my hand.
Like a rare beauty.
Like a star in the sand.
Every thing will be fine.
Like the song of a sparrow.
Myriads of love.
For you.
Have peace.
Like the calm seas.