All of the forest animals come up to him,
He is never ever grim,
Sunrays flood the forest where he sits;
His world is such harmony and bliss.
The birds to him sing songs,
Just for him all day long,
His is Nature's Boy;
Filling my world with joy.
He is the sweetest boy ever,
And I will love him forever,
All of the insects sing songs just for him;
And say. . .You've guessed it! This boy's name is Tim!

*~Marian~

Please forgive any thing I did or said if it made you feel unhappy.

**~Hilda~

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~