I sought Him in temples where anthems swell
Stained glass windows and polished sermons suave;
Yet here I knew He did not dwell,
While poor child of dust creeps to his grave.

I sought Him in churches rustic and plain
Eager to drown my heartfelt sorrow,
These mockery so futile and vain
As I searched for a brighter morrow.

In meadow alone, a breeze touched my face
Whispering of days bygone, yet still dear
When life flowed at a leisurely pace
And I felt His presence - O! so near!

Bittersweet weeping of the mourning dove
Awakens me to sad pleading eyes
Shattering my heart with vials of love.
Forsaken man and beast hold God's disguise.

I see Him in each rippling blade of grass
When dew of morn glistens with His tears.
In moaning of wind I hear Him pass
Through aromatic pines and lose all fears.

God does not dwell in temples made with hand,
But speaks to us through each soughing pine.
Proud wealthiest mansions o'er all the land
Mocked by His majestic Hand divine.





**~Hilda~

Sail your ship across the earth,
Rejoicing at the beauty of the earth,
Sail with happiness your ship across the world;
Delight in every flower unfurled.
Stare at the sunsets and watch the sky,
Look at each beautiful cloud way up high,
Sail the earth and the seas;
For time so quickly flees.
Look at the sun and the moon,
For time passes by way too soon,
Sail the earth and tell me what you see;
Let us sail the earth, just you and me.

*~Marian~