As I sit soaking in Your creation,
the base of a wise tree before me,
for a change of season.
Singular leaves fall, quietly.
Slowly drifting downward from an unknown height;
ever knowing their flight will land them safely down.
This is a sanctuary,
a sacred place where many a foot has tread the hills and sought peace of mind.
A place for souls to rest in You,
for You are omnipresent.
Your whisper is a wind that moves through the trees,
rustling leaves into a trickling motion.
Yet therein remains a stillness found only, truly and perpetually, in You:
Creator. Creation. Creating.
Oneness. Stillness. Peace.
My soul rests in You (LORD of all creation).