In His presence

In the quiet, in the stillness. He speaks.

What He speaks is lovely, and what He speaks is true.

I long to remain in His presence, captured in His gaze - the object of His delight.

The pouring rain, the marble tiles, the open sky, the wooden flutes, the flock of birds. It's a beautiful place to be.

He created me. And He loves me. And today, nothing else matters.