By the Waters Edge by Michael Traveler theres a place where i can hear the birds sing the wind whispering in the canopy above a place where the water ripples over small stones and rocks in the stream of my ancestors a place where the breeze brushes softly through my hair caresses my face a place where i can hear my heart beatin see my soul runnin through the woods along the stream and just for a moment for an instant or maybe for the afternoon sit for awhile by the waters edge with You talk with you not about anything in particular just sit with You here among Your creation and listen to the birds above and the wind in the trees and the water rippling by and all the while with You by my side
Posted on: Thu, 15 May 2014 10:00:00 +0000