My Pilot

[MajestyJo]

MY PILOT



In daily grind I often find

an urge to steal away,

to some lone spot, a peaceful lot,

when I am in dismay.


So off I trot to that quiet spot,

a forest stream or creek;

where nature dines and beauty shines

are company I seek.


Where wildlife croons their gleeful tunes

in their own paradise.

God's scheme of things which clearly brings

the wonders He applies.


Now resting here I sense Him near,

His presence fills the air;

He's in the trees, He's in the leaves, the stream,

He's everywhere!


Amidst the creek I hear Him speak

in voice of rippling waves;

He's there in sight as geese take flight,

a scene my memory saves.


While here, I gaze through evening's haze

in show of sunset's glow;

I see the leaves from trees fall free,

and drift on with the flow.


I see God's plan with thoughts I scan---

how man is like those leaves;

who lives and dies before God's eyes

in life that God so weaves;


then on some river just drift forever

in beauty of nature's realm,

where one can say: "no more dismay"

with God there at the helm!

© William E. Hardison