Sounds of a Late Summers Day

The days have been cool

and the mornings chilly.

The sounds of the school bus

leaving the area have long passed.

And I sit here

watching the tree's.

The sun is filtering through them

and shafts of dancing light

play upon my face.

Crickets chirp 

like an organized chorus

and the birds are singing.

There is the distinct sound

of this one and that.

The air is still.

The cars are going past

and their sound reminds me

that there are places to go

and things to do.

Already, I've read so much

to encourage me heavenward.

Gods thoughts are not mine.

They are higher.

His thoughts take my hand

and cause me to believe

I am who He says I am.

I live where He says I live.

His timing is perfect

and He will direct my paths

and tell me all 

that I need to know.

His thoughts cast out

the thoughts of fear.

It's surreal to live here

with the reality of heaven;

to live mortal

with promises of immortality;

to see with literal eyes

and yet,

know those things are temporary.

To go on with God

from glory 

to ever increasing glory.

Is any day wasted with Him?

I say no.

Never.

Oh the sweet sound 

of late summer.

How very precious 

are Gods thoughts towards you!