Talk

The breeze calls my soul
A bird joins the movement
Squirrel scolds the noise
Yet the chorus raises it's 
Morning song, a call to quiet,
A call to thoughtfulness, a 
Call to still and take it all in
Honking geese add their aire
Fade into the distance, the 
Crickets are the back drop
Of deep hush and soul
Return unbusy to the day
Have thought, be still and
Know there is God present
In all the stillness, in all the
Activity, in all, just there 
Behind it all, behind us