and the hills speak...

in every hue
of day’s changing light…
a shadow of feeling
and motion of shapes
throughout a land
of silent wind
and stillness moving
throughout…
our God given spaces…
but listening for
the spirit within
a heart full of praise…
upon His wings
as the angels sing His praises aloud
in the motion of clouds…
and the hills that speak.
slj2009

Add your comment

You need to login or signup to add your comment to this work.