I never earned this grace…

I never earned this grace…
A gift, why?
The intricate, innocent face of nature…
Given by an all-caring hand.

I listen, and am beginning to understand…
Birds singing the same song…
The bullfrog plopping into a pond…
The life in that new log on the riverbank.

There is always a faint outline of who She is…
Sometimes sitting alone behind Her canvas…
Dotting, the black tinged sky with stars…
Creating the original “Starry Night.”

She always draws me to the same compass point…
Over rocks, under trees, around, between…
Into that rare air…
The reflected light.

With every new awakening I realize, “Of course!”
Tying a few more elements into place…
Such a brilliant atmosphere…
Always returning to that intricate, innocent face.

I love you,

Annie