Down among
the Juniper trees,
my soul is hidden
in the misty cries
of Nature's joy,
in the diamond-facets
of its brilliancy.

~~~Stars, the diamonds
~~~The Moon, the light

My soul the dance
of a myriad of angels,
their harps the instruments
of angelic resonance,
their music the melody
of their hearts aflame
with God's Love, His faithfulness.

My soul hidden beneath
the shade of the Juniper trees.
Sweet echoes of angelic majesty
clothing my soul in threads
of gold and silver,
in the sweet rejoicing
of the Creator
of such angelic beauty,
such leafy limbs of angelic grace.