Rhythm of an Evening Song

Crickets chant and shadows dance…

Moonbeams peek through distant trees,

Where birds sing in hypnotic trance

That seems to echo beyond the seas.

 

Clouds drift by, and stars shine…

Leaves rustle with the evening breeze,

Bringing peaceful charm to Gods design,

And tames the night owl with new ease.

 

Creation sleeps and nature rests…

Summers fragrance fills the air,

In His presence, I am blessed

To end the day with evening prayer.

 

穢 Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Rainbow Smile

I asked an old lady in the park if she had seen my little boy.

‘What does he look like?’ she replied.

‘Well,’ I answered, quite sincere

‘He has brown eyes
And hair to match;
Too many curls for a little boy,
Combed to perfection every day;
His teeth are white as white can be
A very tidy little man is he!
He wears a smartly pressed sailor suit
With little white shoes to match.’

A perfect darling is my boy.’

‘No child like this I have seen,’ the lady did respond,
‘but a treasure you will find, just around that path.’

Around the garden path I went
And before me, a treasure my eyes beheld

He had brown eyes
And hair to match,
A shock of curls in disarray,
Band-aid knees and soiled clothes
What happened to my little boy?
At front, he had a missing tooth;
He was eating ice-cream from a cone,
His face aglow with a rainbow smile.

’A perfect darling is my boy.’

穢 Chrissy Siggee
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From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Absorbed in Wonder

Raindrops trickle from velvet soft roses by the gate
Ladybugs struggle to keep a grip on moistened leaves
butterflies flutter their feather-light wings
and mottled stalks assent to the rising breeze.

Beyond the path that leads to the meadow
Sparrows take flight from their nesting trees
creating rain-soaked leaves to glisten like shattered mirrors
and sunrays capture the essence of the after rain.

Honeysuckle saturates the air with its perfume
Mingling with the simple freshness of dampened earth,
that fills the air with splendour and His goodness
and penetrates the senses with pure simplicity.

Robins sing their chorus to the retreating storm
Fleeting clouds drift across the distant sky,
while trailing shadows chase the thinning haze
and disappear into carefree sunbeams along the rise.

Unfurling colours spread as ribbons above the trees
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet
etching an archway across the clearing heavens
and embracing the distant hills with the perfect kiss.

I close my eyes to soak up the enchanting beauty
Tranquil moments fill my thirsty soul,
a blessed peace flows through my inner being
and imprints the perfect scene within my mind.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

From my book: Glimpses of His Glory