The Quiet Look

 In the quiet, I hear Him.
Watching the arms
of thin branches
at the uttermost edges
of the treetops
as they sway gently.
Their dark shapes in contrast
to the shining of the sun
beginning to set
through the thin clouds.

He calls me in quiet love
as I look out upon
His beautiful creation
with just Him in mind.

Cars are passing by my home
in this time where many
are leaving work
to warm homes of their own.
And though it may seem
that the noise
would be distracting,
His gaze into my soul
as I gaze upward
brings a delight
that fills me
and brings a smile
deep within.

I am awash in soft filtered sunlight
upon my skin.
And thankful for this short,
yet sweet time
to be with Him.