February 9, 2025
I love to get out, ease my mind with a walk,
A leisurely stroll just to listen, not talk.
Hear the sounds of the silence, the whispers of trees
As they sway and converse with the soft gentle breeze,
A bird and an echo, the call of a mate,
A train in the distance arriving with freight.
A carpet of pine straw, a walk through the wood,
The sounds of the silence they do my heart good.
I can pause and reflect on a leisurely stroll,
Looking back through the years, don’t regret growing old.
Some days were a struggle, some patches were rough.
I had faith in the Lord, trusting Him was enough.
In the midst of the silence God whispers to me.
He touches my soul like the wind through a tree.