At the call of the sun…

At the call of the sun…
I can see Your full glory…
Soft and yielding…
Your creation awakening with just one whisper.

At the call of the clouds…
I feel tender and pliant…
No longer doubting a thing about myself…
Lost and absorbed in a million new worlds.

At the call of the wind…
I release the dust of my failures…
I look for You here and then there…
To find the source of my beginnings.

At the call of the sea…
I become a disciple of life…
Knowing that You don’t play favorites…
We all simply move with the ebbs and the flows.

At the call of the stars…
I become like a naked toddler…
Lost among my picture books and toys…
I find true freedom.

I love you,

Annie