A Desert Night
Soft white cotton candy clouds float lazily on high.
A myriad of stars sparkle against the blue-black sky,
Competing for attention with the glow of city lights.
I can sense God's nearness, as I take in all these sights.
The cold night's icy fingers send shivers from toes to head,
The midnight desert air is still: for the wind has gone to bed.
She has gathered her little breezes, and gently tucked them in
Still, I wrap my arms around myself, as bumps rise on my skin.
I hear the whirring sound of tires racing along the street.
A siren wails in the distance, an emergency to meet.
Nothing outside my garden wall can steal my reverie.
The garden I call "my place", is where God whispers to me.