F a d e

Lying in a wooden structure
Raised several feet off the ground
A House in a Tree
Bringing materials of art, writing and music
Then Lying Down
Looking past the roof
Into the Sky
Indistinguishable cloud forms
Bare branches grasping toward the open space
Noises through the brush and in the air
of animals journeying

In the midst of a city
with all its disregard for God's creation
Here am I
Lying Down Awake

The noise of classical instruments
sound softly into my ears
Though they may be brought by artificial means
Hark! The clouds have darkened
The rain falls smoothly with uniformity
Almost joyfully, to wet the earth
with the gift of life
To both large and small, great and common
These and more cause me, my mind, my spirit
To Fade away from this world's commotion
Into a place of sublime communion
Redirecting my thoughts on God
On His gift of Life
And His path for me
In this life

Fading, whilst lying down
Drifting through consciousness
Free, but still in this world
Though I am no longer of it
Nature,God's creations
are my instruments of life's song
Pastures, Hills, Valleys, Forests, Oceans
Swiftly pass through my mind and heart

This time, this song, this feeling, this story
are God's; for that I cherish Him more
For His bestowal of such intrinsic valuables
These treasures on Earth
God in all His wonder and Majesty
writes my story, I do not write my own
He composes my melody, my heart-song
He paints my masterpiece, each detail of which is significant
He sculpts my life, my person
To His Spirit my soul is given
My Love is to Him and no other

Him do I recognise, Him do I cleave to
Because all of these will fade
But He will never forsake me
With Him and Through Him Will I Live On