ASH WEDNESDAY
CROSS THE MEADOW
To Camilla Rupe
Come see this lush green meadow
That looks like a well kept park.
It's abound with timeworn trees,
Clothed in thick husks of bark.
A breeze tickles everything here.
Breathe the air, it's fresh, it's clean.
Colorful, winged things wander,
Dainty flowers bend and lean.
White, puff clouds gather above
And travel a clear blue sky;
Bullfrogs swim 'round a small pond,
An old dog settles and sighs.
The soothing sounds of nature
Take one's mind off their troubles;
The natural world God made
Softens hearts and anoints souls.
If you need restoration,
Sit beneath that big, old tree;
And if you need an old friend,
Cross the meadow, sit with me.
By Caryl Ramsdale
Copyright©1999-2004
'tears in a bottle collection'
Newsong Online.org