Grace

                                             
   




                            Grace

    Among majestic pines and mountain streams
    I see reflections of divinity,
    Of beauty multiplied eternally,
    And witness nature's more than what it seems.
   
    An unseen presence haunts the quiet wood.
    It is the presence nature represents
    That died to purchase back our innocence,
    And bids us find in nature all that's good.
   
    And though this fallen world is steeped in night,
    And dies in justice for its faithless crime,
    In proclamation of a love sublime
    The trees are bathed in sanctifying light.
   
    In hope my soul awaits the tomb.
    Hope gestating in Heaven's womb.