Chosen Ground

An inspirational piece

Chosen Ground

Waterfalls,
Brooks and streams,
Reflections from the light,
Of the moonbeams.

A walk in the forest,
When the sun has gone down,
Is very serene,
With the waterfall sound.

I can hear an owl,
Hoot in the distance.
The sound is sublime,
I can hear it's persistence.

The night is awake,
With the sounds of nature,
The forest primeval,
Has grown in stature.

Oh - to have been around,
When the world began,
Would have been the dream,
Of most any man.

But, God had a plan,
Me walking around.
And, here I am,
On His chosen ground.

11/29/2018 Joseph Edward Sykes