Pressed to Our Hearts
A gentle, cooling breeze brushes my cheek|
And softly whispers words my soul still craves
As filtering through the trees, sun rays oblique
Bestow their warmth in undulating waves.
I sit in silence, writing, solitaire
As children’s laughter lilts beyond the fence,
And smiling at these sounds without pretense,
I laugh with them although they’re unaware.
The birds join in this festive jubilee;
In rhythm, yellow daisies nod along,
And butterflies dance o’er leaf filigree;
Frogs croak and crickets chirp, joining the song.
The precious love of life that God imparts
Is held in simple things pressed to our hearts.
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