The silence is gripping
And I know at this second
God is giving me a moment
To seize it in its integrity.
The fresh air that I breathe
I find my inner peace
There is nothing else I seek
As the sun clasps my cheeks.
Now my soul is as white as snow
And this way, sometimes narrow
Though I see footprints on the floor
It is still my own footsteps I draw.
The sky has never been so blue
Suddenly, it is the world I review
I am so little facing all this splendor
And all I hope is my writing can mirror.