Wisps of cotton clouds drift across a pale blue sky
And send a fleeting shadow to the mat of rolling green beneath.
We sit alone, my God and I,
The silence bringing soul relief.
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A still and solitude of love to nature Blue hills, at horizon’s edge like billows free, Frozen for an instant to catch the early morning light We sit in quiet, my God and me, As I ponder His eternal might.
Your words beautifully capture this divine peace with a quietness and softness. Wonderfully written!