September 25 2016  SUNDAY SABBATH POEM

Sabbath Evening

Kathleen Martens

September 25, 2016

Evening hue of yellow-gold.

Whispering sound yet untold

The rush of wind through the leaves

Sounds like water if it breathed.

The hoot of an owl in melody sweet

Poignantly seeking it’s mate to meet.

And wispy rustling of dying flowers

Sing their song by the hour.

The distant humming sounds of life

In no way a cause for strife.

All is peaceful as night falls

I turn to God and on him call.

Silent songs well up inside

As I commune with He who abides

Within my heart each and every hour.

God is my strength and my strong tower.

GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU ON THIS SUNDAY SABBATH.