Oh
Maker
of my soul
I build my home
in Thee
Sheltered
beneath
your branches
As a bird house
on a tree
Buffering
in storms
and trials
Filtering the rain
and wind
Nestled
safe
embraced
by You
Attached
and secure
within.
Wendy/2012
I wrote this just after popping outside to retrieve my cuddly canine who’d made a nature call in the dog run. As I glanced up, through rain and swaying willow branches, I noted the bird house safe and sound on the tree trunk.
This week I have particularly sensed His embrace.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Very beautiful poem…it makes me quiet and contemplative…I love it!!!!
Thank you! Being in the woods or the garden does that to me.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Keep it up. Soon enough I’ll be known as Mr. Wendy Mac.
You’re funny!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Not worried at all, actually. It’d be my honor.