"The Music of Connections"
In the forest of chill,
My hand embraced the trees with the gentlest touch of spring.
And in the midst of a flurry of white ornaments,
Light breathed the air that I expelled,
Warming the morning frost in the garden of Winter.
In the ocean of sun,
My whisper was heard by the current of waves.
And in the limelight of the rosy squall,
The eye of the storm returned my whisper,
Releasing the energy of its self and rejuvenating my power to communicate with God.
In the jungle of vines,
My eyes beseeched the soil of worms.
And in the silence of music,
The fertile blood of Earth arose to my height,
Greeting my presence with a mystical ogle of curiosity.
In the desert of secrets,
My heart was quenched by the essence of question.
And as answers arrived with an interest in my mind's fortitude,
The sands swirled in a whirlwind of enchanting spells of wonder,
Where the hand of God gripped my internal spirit with the miracle of knowledge.
By moonlight's shadows,
By starlight's gaze,
By midnight's sorrows,
And by twilight's haze,
My heart,
My mind,
And my spirit,
Meander in the palms of His hands.
-FMG
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