Room

In the wind, the song is heard.
Distant rolling thunder,
Closer as the rolling wheels,
Reveal the forest splendor.
Purple sage along the path,
Marks the trail to follow.
Stars and glitter, white night lights,
Howling wind so hollow.
Quiet in the open sky,
The flutter of the wings.
Hear the barking in the dark?
The night owl hoots and sings.
The heart could live with nothing more,
Yet, God gifts to the man,
His desire to share His love,
With woman's soul, He can.
Fashioned from the dust and rib,
Created to commune,
In this place where He has made,
This wilderness, His room.

Raine Les 6/18/2008

Splended piece

thank you.