The quiet canopy of green
Rustles in the breeze
The squirrels chatter overhead
Among the ruffled leaves.
The jay is calling to his mates,
“Come see what I have found
There’s a windfall pile of nuts
Scattered on the ground.”
It’s Sunday and the day is long,
The rains have finally passed,
The breezes sigh a summer song
And I can rest at last
Among the sounds from nearby homes,
The children’s laughing play,
I find the quiet sounds of peace
That come at close of day.
And as I sit here quietly
Beneath the wide blue sky
You sent a precious gift to me
An eagle just flew by.
I had recalled it, just today,
The sign you gave before,
But there’re no eagles where I am…
And yet one just flew o’er.
And so, cocooned in Sunday’s peace,
I linger in this place
Of jays and squirrels and passing signs
Of Your eternal Grace.
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